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On the bridge of the Imperial Army's grand flagship, alarms were blaring.

"We've lost all communication with our allies!"
"The affiliation of the Unknown fleet is still unidentified!"
"We are continuing our engagement with the Banfield family's fleet, but—"

Listening to the confused voices of the operators was the Supreme Commander, Cleo.

He pressed his back into his seat, gripping the armrests, feeling uneasy about the situation.

"What's happening? What is Hampson doing?! Tryde? Dustin?!"

Communication with his supposedly reliable allies had been cut off, and they were now acting on their own.

Normally, this would be an unforgivable situation, but Cleo could also sense that the current circumstances were highly unusual.

Cleo asked his men about the number of allied forces.