The Void airship in the darkness was like a wounded fish, struggling to navigate the twisted space.
Qunai leaned against the bulkhead, clutching several frail children to his chest, his knuckles white with tension. They were moving, though as illegal residents, they had no choice but to smuggle themselves across the border. Every jump through space caused the smuggling ship to shudder violently, its metal skeleton groaning under the strain.
The children huddled in the cramped cargo hold, each wearing a filter mask—cheap fabric soaked in chemicals to barely withstand the Void radiation.
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