Fragments of explosions hung frozen in the empty space, like wounds that had yet to heal. Wreckage, frozen blood, and chunks of monstrous corpses drifted slowly, painting a hellish, silent landscape that stole the breath of anyone who dared to look.
Several small ships floated nearby, barely functioning. Thick black smoke poured from ruptured hulls, casting a dark veil over the battlefield, as though the nightmare had no end. Scorched metal groaned, sparks danced along ruptured circuits—the ships were barely alive, and their crews fared no better.
On the main deck, a crowd of uniformed personnel stood in stunned silence. Their gazes were fixed on four figures suspended midair before them.
Three were kneeling—shaking, hands raised like children pleading not to be punished. The fourth figure stood tall and unmoving before them, untouched by the chaos around her.
