Chapter 115 Echoes of War

The Whispering Hope pierced the familiar expanse of the Aethel network, the holographic displays flashing with a chaotic ballet of red blips – Council warships locked in a brutal battle with the hastily assembled defenses of the neutral moons. Elara's heart hammered in her chest, a grim counterpoint to the rhythmic hum of the ship's engines. Cyrus' voice, laced with urgency, crackled through the comm channels. "Elara, you need to get back here. The Council's attack is relentless. The neutral moons are falling one by one." Elara glanced at the relic strapped to her back, its faint blue glow a beacon of hope in the midst of the encroaching darkness. "We have the Aethel relic, Cyrus. It might be the key to severing the connection to the Void and crippling the Council's forces." A flicker of hope flickered in Cyrus' voice. "Get here as soon as possible. We'll regroup and devise a plan. In the meantime, we need to buy you some time." Elara nodded grimly. She knew the rebels, d