These words cast a shadow over the joy that had just arisen.
The Bug Race forever remains the Damocles' sword hanging overhead.
"We understand," Bai E calmly responded, "We will be prepared to face any threat."
Elorin seemed to want to say more, but finally just nodded: "Then, our investigation mission ends here. We will organize and submit the relevant data and reports as soon as possible. Wish you... good luck."
The Star Alliance's expedition ship slowly ascended, preparing to leave Mine Star's orbit.
Inside the command center, the atmosphere was complex.
There was the exhilaration of gaining temporary tournament qualifications, the helplessness over the lengthy process of sovereignty recognition, and the deep anxiety over the Bug Race threat.
"At least we got the ticket," Catherine sighed with relief, "The next focus is preparing for the Star Alliance grand finals, while accelerating development, striving for early formal recognition."
