The scene unfolds before my eyes. One moment after the next, the scene before me looks more and more like the one I saw in the orb. The fields burning, my militia burnt to a crisp or writhing in pain, three attack ships, downed with no explanation. The only thing the visuals picked up was a flash, a flash and hundreds of soldiers lie decimated. Then a woman walks out onto the field, another flash and the remaining militia are gone. The woman walks out into the crater and the visuals zoom in closer, I can see her face now. She is barefoot in a plasma burnt crater, walking as if she were a god amongst men. She bends over and picks up the sword relic. She looks up, directly at the drone we are using for visuals, and she speaks. We do not have audio pickup on these drones, but nonetheless we hear her words on the command deck of Affinity, through what means I can only guess.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

Hunt me at your own peril.

These words and the look on her face send shivers down my spine. Who or what she is I don’t know, but what I just witnessed would put the fear of God in any man. What she does next is unthinkable. She raises the sword relic to the sky, and ever so slightly, she rotates her wrist. At first, I don’t understand, but moments later alerts start rolling in, our slip space drive has been damaged, and there are multiple hull breaches. This, woman, being, whatever she is, just used a relic to reach through the unfathomable reaches of space to pinpoint an exact location on my ship and strategically disable our capability to maneuver. How such a thing is even physically possible is beyond my scope of understanding.

In any case, I believe a different approach may be beneficial to my wellbeing.