And they all sensed it for the same reason the battlegroup of Kevin had before them: it wasn't the size of the ship.
For their federation had many ships which were much larger than it and even had many bigger guns directed at them than this one in front of it, whose weapons, though being central, weren't the same as their federation's.
And yet, it seemed like this ship was a husk of unknown metal. It was like a beast—ancient, vast, and terrifying—leisurely drifting through space, dormant but unmistakably aware.
That was the feeling that clutched the hearts of every fleet member as they looked at Ragnarök. It wasn't acting… and yet, it was watching.
this was the feeling that all the fleeter on board the 4500 ships of the white tiger legion fled the very same and that made them shiver into their core. a fear like anything they ever had: if the ship desired our fleet be gone. we most assuredly would be eliminated by it even if we try to defend our self let alone fight it.
