Somewhere in the depths of deep space—
Whoooosh
An extremely black spacecraft slid through the fabric of space itself, leaving behind no ripples, no turbulence—no sound, no light, not even the faintest spatial distortion that could later be traced, unlike all ordinary vessels.
It moved in absolute silence, at terrifying speed, with flawless efficiency.
This was the most expensive spacecraft of its size ever known in the universe—the Phantom Shadow, Generation-2. A customized vessel belonging exclusively to the Shadow Swords, of which only fifteen existed across all sectors.
"Hoo~"
Theo released the control yoke and rested his hand on the central control panel. He extended his soul sense, letting it flow through the ship's systems, selected the destination, confirmed the trajectory, and switched to full autonomous navigation.
Only then did he straighten up.
