Outside the porthole, the battlefield was no longer visible. Kiriman stood on the command deck, gazing silently at the dark universe. Outside the porthole, only the ruins of broken warships remained, floating in space. At this moment, a Limit Warrior approached Kiriman, looking at him with some unease, and then quietly asked.
"My lord, should we send someone to pick up that person…"
"No need."
Kiriman shook his head, rejecting his subordinate's suggestion. He withdrew his gaze from the window and once again focused on the star map before him.
"The journey between him and us ends here. Let's continue to Terra."
