Kira didn't see peace. She saw the ultimate weapon.
She found him in a collapsed seismic lab, the walls glowing with an impossible, soothing blue light. In the center of the room, a device no larger than a tank engine hummed. It looked deceptively simple: a ring of spinning magnets surrounding a core of pure, captured starlight. And from a nozzle at its base, Crystals fell like hailstones. Thousands of them. A river of raw, perfect, untapped power. Kira didn't see peace
Unlimited Crystals.
The battle for the Crystal Generator lasted three hours. Frontier threw everything they had— Isidas , Vulcans , even the experimental Brutus artillery. Armada responded with a ferocity born of desperate hope. In the center of the room, a device
"Turn it off," Kira ordered, her hand on her sidearm. Thousands of them
