Between Enterprise and Prinz Eugen and Bismarck and Akagi as enemies.
The sea was unusually calm, deceptive in its tranquility, as if foreshadowing the storm to come. High above the sapphire expanse, dark clouds began to roil, casting long, sinuous shadows across the waves. It was amidst this ethereal calm that Enterprise, the Grey Ghost, found herself staring at the slowly churning horizon, a crease of worry etched between her brows. There was a charge in the air, a static hum that whispered of something amiss.
Without warning, the sea erupted in a surge of energy as the "Chrono Collapse Engine," unveiled in the siren's latest scheme, pulsed into wretched life. The spectacle was a terrifying beauty—aurora-like waves of distortion rippled outwards, bending light and reality in their wake. The pulse shook every ship girl to her core, as memories fractured and the ocean they had known splintered into something unrecognizable.
Elsewhere, Prinz Eugen and Bismarck faced the anomaly from the deck of their iron-blooded fleet, their expressions a mixture of horror and fascination. “Was ist das?!” Bismarck exclaimed as the world around them began to contort. Prinz Eugen, ever the calm in the storm, narrowed her eyes at the pulsing heart of the calamity, muttering, "Sirens... what have you done now?"
On the other side of the divide, Akagi watched with a predator’s focus, her foxlike ears flattened against the discordant hum that resonated through the air. “Sirens... are they planning to sweep both us and the humans into oblivion?” she hissed, her voice a low growl of contempt.
As reality continued to buckle under the sirens' machinations, a command crackled through the radios of ship girls from every faction. “All hands, this is a priority one directive. Cease hostilities immediately. Rally points are being established. Collaboration is not optional. We stand together or fall into oblivion.” There was a moment of stunned silence as the weight of those words sunk in. Enemies by nature, by history, and by orders were now thrust into an alliance as fragile as the reality that buckled around them.
Enterprise brooded over the message. Time, never an ally to those who waged war, was now the very element they sought to defend. She looked towards the gathering fleet—friends and foes alike—and realized the battle that lay ahead would change the very essence of who they were. With her resolve solidifying like iron, she whispered a mantra to the waiting wind, “We will rise above the tempest... together.”
As the quartet, each a formidable force on their own, converged upon the rally point, they represented the world's last hope. Bound by the siren's apocalyptic vision, the seas that once divided them now formed the battlefield upon which they had to unite. For in the echo of the siren's call, a new chapter in their saga had begun—a chapter where the erstwhile adversaries would either write a history of salvation or be lost in the annals of time.