When Bai E had finished consolidating all the powers willing to submit to him, and assembled every war-capable ship of New Bauhinia along with the fleets of other cosmic factions willing to follow him, forging a force whose size might not rival the coalition at its zenith yet whose morale soared and faith stood unshaken, and when that fleet crossed the Star Sea to reach the edge of the Galaxy Center, what unfolded before his and every soldier's eyes was a scene straight out of the end of days.
The Heart of the Galaxy, once glittering with stars and crowded with busy航 routes, was now devoured by an endless, writhing sea of dark purple fog.
The boundary of the fog sea was violently unstable, like the surface of boiling sewage, continuously bulging with enormous bubbles, and whenever those bubbles burst, they briefly exposed an interior where the visions grew even more twisted and terrifying:
