The solar system was bathed in the dim, crimson glow of a red dwarf star. It was a somber, ancient light that illuminated a crowded celestial dance of gas giants, ice giants, and desolate rocky planets.
However, the natural silence of space had long been broken here. This star system was transformed into a steel fortress, garrisoned by a suffocating number of spaceships. The sheer volume was staggering, numbering in the several millions, ranging from colossal dreadnoughts to nimble patrol craft.
If one looked closely, this vast ocean of metal was clearly divided into two distinct factions. They were separated not just by their stationed coordinates, but by the very soul of their design.
On one side were the elegant, curved aesthetics of the Havilah Civilization—the very same enemy that had once engaged Tom in a life-or-death struggle within the Lyra G16 system.
