The starship *Dawn* tore through the gloomy void, its stern expelling a denser, piercing blue exhaust carefully calibrated by Mo Di, cutting a bone-deep wound across the boundless ink-silk canvas of space.
Inside the bridge, the atmosphere was as frozen and heavy as the abyssal depths of the Northern Nether. Outside the portholes, the twisted, shattered metallic wreckage of the Fifth Hive was being rapidly swallowed by the endless darkness, like a giant beast gulping down its final bone fragment.
The air still seemed to linger with the scent of sparks from when Gao Tieshan's giant axe had cleaved the puppet armor, along with his final, gruff yet warm parting advice.
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