The moment Ellara's fleet crossed through the **End Gate**, the gravitational field of the entire star system erupted in violent tremors. The engines of *The Nameless* shuddered under intense spatial distortion, its Lyman Crystals emitting irregular, discordant hums. Saint Dove Core's projection flickered across the bridge, data streams surging like a storm tide. She gripped the edge of the console, forcing herself to remain calm. **"We have entered the Shadow Corridor,"** Saint Dove Core said, her voice low and urgent. **"The spatial structure here is extremely unstable. Recommend immediate course correction to avoid being pulled into unknown time rifts."** Ellara nodded, her cybernetic eye's blue glow reflecting on the holographic star map. The region resembled an endless labyrinth — five major planets scattered across different orbits, while the so-called "Corridors" — spatial rifts — wove through them like a spider's web, flickering in and out of existence, as if ready to swallow any unwary traveler. "All ships, report status," she ordered through the comm. "*Nameless* systems nominal," came the voice of the X10 engineering vessel commander. "But our navigation systems are experiencing severe interference. Some readings suggest we may be caught in overlapping time flow layers." "FG3000 frigates standing by for support," another voice cut in — the FG3000 captain, his tone grim. "Our radar has picked up unidentified fleet activity nearby. Could be privateers or even YukiTech explorers." Ellara's gaze shifted over the star map, her fingers lightly tracing the marked locations of resource sites and ruins. This was more than a journey for truth — it was a game of survival and power. "Saint Dove Core, analyze Blackstone Planet's data," she said. The AI's projection shimmered slightly before unfolding a detailed planetary scan. **"Surface temperature exceeds 400°C. Volcanic activity is frequent, making it ideal for harvesting blackstone cores. However, high-energy particle flows run beneath the crust. Without sufficient shielding, landing operations will be extremely dangerous."** "We need resources," Ellara replied. "Especially the blackstone cores. They're critical for our engine upgrades." "But not the only option," Saint Dove Core paused briefly. "Photon water from Mirror Lake Planet can enhance our defensive systems, and void-hydrogen from Void Star could significantly increase our warp speed." Ellara fell silent for a moment, her eyes settling on the area marked **'Wastes of Time'**. She remembered what Saint Dove Core had said about the temporal rifts and shards of possibility hidden there — the key to connecting alternate realities. She knew this journey was far from over. The real challenge had just begun. "We head to Blackstone Planet first," she finally decided. "We need supplies, and we need to understand the true nature of this system." The engines of *The Nameless* roared back to life, blue light spreading across the hull. Saint Dove Core's projection diffused once more, dissolving into countless motes that merged seamlessly into the ship, ensuring safe navigation. The bridge lights stabilized, and the crew resumed their tasks, preparing for the challenges ahead. As the fleet left the End Gate behind, piercing through the warped spatial rifts, Ellara stood at the center of the bridge, gazing toward the uncharted stars ahead. Her cybernetic eye flickered faintly, as if foreseeing something beyond sight. **"May the stars guide your course."** Kirah's words still echoed in her mind — but she knew now: this time, she no longer needed to rely on anyone else. She turned to face the bridge crew, her expression resolute. **"All ships — prepare for descent to Blackstone Planet."** With a thunderous roar, *The Nameless* surged forward, breaking through the final veil of spatial rifts, heading toward a realm filled with danger and opportunity. And deep within the endless Lagrange System, infinite possibilities awaited — to be discovered, reshaped, and saved.
