In the ancient nebula of the Omega Centauri cluster, Arui's Stardust Train was suddenly captured by a mysterious gravitational vortex. The stars outside the window twisted into spiral light bands, the alarm system of Ice Drip emitted a sharp chime, and the algorithm halo frantically flashed a string of garbled code—only the symbiotic mark on Arui's palm grew brighter and brighter amid the chaos, and the golden light flowing through its patterns formed a bizarre resonance with the dark purple glow at the center of the vortex.
"Trans-spatial harmonic interference detected!" Ice Drip's voice carried a rare tremor, and the light dots on the star map were like galactic sand stirred by an invisible giant hand. "This is not a naturally formed gravitational field; some kind of... reverse symbiotic frequency is tearing apart the spacetime structure!" Pressing her wildly throbbing mark, Arui suddenly heard countless whispers exploding in the depths of her consciousness—those were the desperate cries for help from various civilizations on the verge of extinction, laden with a final longing for symbiosis.
At the center of the vortex emerged shattered mirror surfaces, each fragment reflecting a different doomsday scene: the lava planet of the War-Pattern race was cooling down, its solidified magma cracks bristling with rusted battle-axes; the photon city of Spectrum Civilization had turned into dark matter dust, the fragments of its prismatic towers drifting in the void; the surface of …
Chapter 300