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A battleship sped through interstellar space at sub-relativistic speed, warping the space around it to reduce the distance it had to travel toward a destination several million light-years away.
Inside the battleship, thousands of gods, humans, and a few celestials moved about busily, handling tasks that ranged from weapon inspections to control room monitoring.
On an elevated platform behind a glass wall on the bridge, a white-haired goddess lounged sideways on her chair, her legs draped over one armrest while her head hung over the other, her hair spilling down onto the floor.
Not far from her was another goddess, a visibly older woman dressed in a simple black and white governess dress, and she gazed at the goddess sitting sideways on the couch and pouting as she asked,
"So, Beatrix? Mind explaining why you've been sulking for the past week?"
