Inside the starship, gentle white light spread across the metal corridor, and outside the portholes lay the vast starry sky.
The warriors of the Chijin Battlegroup had just stepped through the hatch, their nerves, tense for months, suddenly relaxed.
Someone leaned their heavy armor against the corner of the wall, causing a loud clatter, and sat down on the ground, greedily breathing the air delivered by the circulation system— it was freshness unimaginable in the Demon Suppression Abyss.
"Finally escaped that damned place!" a young warrior glanced out at the porthole, murmuring, "I never realized the stars could look so beautiful."
"Indeed~" the veteran next to him patted his shoulder, with a sense of gratitude for surviving a disaster in his voice, "Only with comparison can you feel happiness, it truly feels good to be alive."
A sudden and full-throated shout came from the end of the corridor: "Where's the wine! Is there wine in the storeroom!"
