Ahcehera had finally grasped the key to destroying the array that stabilized the portal.
It had taken weeks of study, countless sleepless nights, and meticulous planning, but the answer had always been in the nature of dark energy itself.
It was not an immovable force, it was volatile. By disturbing its balance, it would self-destruct.
Under the cover of night, she mobilized her forces. Every movement was precise, every soldier was assigned their role.
The cores that contained dark energy were buried deep within the mineral deposits surrounding the portal.
Extracting them would be a death sentence, instead, they had to overload them.
Ahcehera led the operation herself, moving through the battlefield with calculated steps, her energy cloaked, her presence near undetectable.
The zergs guarding the portal sensed something was wrong. A high-level shriek echoed through the night as they rushed to defend their ground, but it was too late.
