Chapter 134

The bridge of the New Home resembled an iced-over crypt. On the central star chart projection, the absolute void that had swallowed the Entropy Remains Graveyard loomed like a wound on the universe, its edges slowly oozing grey-purple pus—information scars born from the spatial structure being forcibly twisted by the Pseudo-Logic Plague. At the edge of the void, the wreckage of the Pathfinder was being devoured by a living, structural mass of grey-purple crystal clusters. Like a greedy, cancerous growth, the crystal clusters twisted, dissolved, and converted the dead ship's metal framework into the raw material for their own proliferation. With every contraction, the grey-purple light at the core of the clusters swelled by a fraction, its emitted existential pressure washing over the energy shields of the New Home across the vast expanse of space like a chilling tide, setting off a teeth-grating frictional screech. "Target locked! Main cannon charging complete! Energy circuit critical overload! Fire ready!" The weapons officer's voice exploded into the dead silence, carrying a metallic, trembling edge. Deep within the giant muzzle beneath the massive saucer-shaped bow—resembling a planetary lysis cannon—an icy-blue torrent of energy hummed with a heart-palpitating frequency, like a stellar core compressed to its absolute limit.