The crimson sun bled across the horizon, painting the ravaged landscape of Neo-Europe in hues of apocalyptic fire. From the observation deck of the hastily repaired Stockholm Citadel, the colossal warship Jade Dragon dominated the skyline, a black monolith promising utter annihilation. Its sleek, alien design mocked the Federation’s cobbled-together defenses, its energy cannons humming with barely contained power.