The journey through the dimensional void was uneventful. For Elias, it was a period of silent contemplation, his consciousness running a thousand parallel simulations on the potential applications of the rumored power source. For the armada, it was a flawless procession of might. Finally, a new horizon shimmered into existence.
The Techno-Magic Civilization Universe was a sight unlike any Elias had encountered. Its central star was not a fiery ball of gas, but a colossal, glowing nexus of interwoven runic circuits and crystalline energy matrices. The galaxies around it were not nebulas of dust and gas, but shimmering spires of pure light, held in perfect, harmonic orbit by vast, invisible arrays. This was a place where technology was a form of magic, and magic a branch of fundamental science. Everything was a flawless blend of logic and power, a concept that resonated deeply with Elias's own being.
