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When our obsidian hulls claim the tide, the fathomless depths belong solely to us. We offer no parley. We orchestrate absolute eradication.

The firmament incites the initial conflagration. Celestial bombardments atomize the quarry long before our dreadnoughts unseal their silos. Each payload is a mathematical certainty of extinction. Fortified by predatory omniscience and vanguard aeronautics, we wield the surgical malice to sever the spine of any sovereign flagship. Their heraldry is entirely irrelevant. We shall butcher their armadas to preserve the inviolable sanctity of the Great White North.

These leviathans exhale thermonuclear annihilation.

Sentient munitions eviscerate their fortified plating. Before their defense protocols can even initiate a cycle, a single torpedo erupts within their deepest bulkheads. We render their entire vessel into a flooded iron sarcophagus.

Time is a cataclysmic torrent of ruin. The very instant a target is perceived, it is crushed and dragged into the abyssal dark. A subsequent casualty drifts into our sights. It shall suffer the exact same merciless oblivion.