Cosmic Ruler - Chapter 435

Chapter 435: War VIII

Aiden frowned. “How big?”

Rick tapped the tablet, projecting a holographic map onto the wall. It displayed the region, dotted with the Abyssal strongholds they already knew about. But as the map zoomed out, it revealed a sprawling network of interconnected lines and nodes—dozens, if not hundreds, of additional Abyssal outposts and staging grounds.

“This,” Rick said, pointing to the glowing web, “is their logistics network. Supply chains, troop movements, communication hubs. The Spire we just hit? It wasn’t just a command center. It was a keystone.”

Aiden’s eyes narrowed. “Keystone?”

Rick nodded. “Taking it out disrupted their entire network in this region. They’re scrambling to reroute supplies and issue new orders. That’s why their forces didn’t launch an immediate counterattack—they’re in chaos. But it won’t last.”

“How long do we have?”

Rick hesitated. “A week. Maybe less. After that, they’ll adapt, and things will get a lot harder.”

Aiden stood, the weight of the revelation settling over him. “Then we need to hit them again before they recover.”

“That’s what I figured you’d say.” Rick smirked, some of his usual demeanor returning. “Already marked the next target. It’s a major supply depot about fifty clicks from here. If we take it out, it’ll cripple their operations even further.”

Aiden studied the map, his mind already racing through potential strategies. “We’ll need to move fast. No time to wait for reinforcements.”

“Agreed,” Rick said. “But there’s more.” He tapped the tablet again, and the map shifted to show a massive fortress-like structure. “This is their central hub for the entire sector. If we’re serious about turning the tide, we’ll have to take this place down eventually.”

Aiden’s jaw tightened. “That’s no small task.”

“No,” Rick admitted. “But one thing at a time. Let’s hit the depot first. It’ll buy us the breathing room we need to plan a real assault on the fortress.”

Aiden nodded. “Gather the team. Brief them in the morning. We move at first light.”

The next morning, the team assembled in the strategy room. Myne leaned against the wall, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable. Dren was already stretching, his usual energy bubbling just beneath the surface. Rick stood at the head of the table, the holographic map displaying their next target.

“This depot,” Rick began, pointing to the map, “is heavily guarded. Automated turrets, patrols, and at least two mid-level Abyssal commanders. The good news? It’s not as fortified as the Spire. The bad news? They’re expecting retaliation.”

“Turrets won’t be a problem,” Myne said. “I can disable them if I get close enough.”

“Dren and I can handle the patrols,” Rick added. “Keep them distracted while you two focus on the commanders.”

“And the depot itself?” Aiden asked.

Rick’s expression turned grim. “It’s an energy node. Destroying it won’t just cut off supplies—it’ll destabilize the surrounding area. We’ll need to evacuate fast once it blows.”

Aiden nodded. “Understood. We stick to the plan. In and out before they can rally.”

As they finalized their preparations, the weight of their mission settled over the team. They knew the risks, but they also knew the stakes. Failure wasn’t an option.

“Let’s do this,” Aiden said, his voice steady. “For every victory, we get one step closer to ending this war.”

With that, the team set out, their resolve as unshakable as ever. The Abyss wasn’t going to wait, and neither would they.

The journey to the depot was uneventful at first, the team moving through the dense, misty forest under the cover of early dawn. The air was heavy with tension, but no one spoke; they didn’t need to. Each member was focused, mentally preparing for what lay ahead.

As they approached the outskirts of the depot, Rick raised his hand, signaling for the group to halt. They crouched behind a rocky ridge, overlooking the Abyssal supply hub. The facility was sprawling, its perimeter lit by harsh, pulsating crimson lights. Dozens of Abyssal soldiers patrolled the grounds, their movements mechanical and efficient. The depot’s central energy node, a glowing sphere of dark energy, pulsed ominously at its heart.

Rick pulled out his binoculars, scanning the area. “Turrets on each corner, overlapping fields of fire. Patrols every five minutes. And there…” He pointed to a pair of figures near the energy node. “The commanders. One’s a caster, the other’s melee. This won’t be easy.”

“It never is,” Myne said, her voice calm. Her shadowmancy began to ripple around her, the dark tendrils eager to be unleashed.

“Alright,” Aiden said, his voice low but commanding. “Myne, you take the turrets. Rick and Dren, deal with the patrols and keep the soldiers off our backs. I’ll handle the commanders. Once the node is destabilized, we regroup and get out. No heroics.”

Rick smirked. “Isn’t everything you do technically heroics?”

Aiden shot him a dry look. “Focus.”

The operation began with precision. Myne melted into the shadows, her dark tendrils weaving through the facility like living entities. The first turret fell silent, its systems overwhelmed by her shadowmancy. One by one, she disabled them, her movements swift and silent.

Meanwhile, Rick and Dren moved like a well-oiled machine. Rick’s energy blasts distracted the patrols, while Dren took advantage of the chaos, using his brute strength to eliminate them with crushing blows. The two worked seamlessly, carving a path through the facility’s defenses.

Aiden, meanwhile, approached the energy node. The two Abyssal commanders turned to face him, their dark auras flaring in challenge. The caster, a hooded figure with glowing red eyes, raised a hand, summoning a wave of fire and shadow. The melee commander, a hulking brute wielding a massive axe, charged at Aiden with a roar.

Aiden sidestepped the brute’s initial swing, his glowing sword meeting the axe in a clash of sparks. The force of the impact shook the ground, but Aiden held firm. He parried another strike, countering with a swift slash that left a glowing scar across the brute’s armor.

The caster unleashed another attack, tendrils of dark energy snaking toward Aiden. He raised his free hand, summoning a barrier of light that shattered the attack before it could reach him. “You’ll have to try harder than that,” he said, his voice calm but steely.