Among the stars.
The Savior's majestic virtual projection, touched with a hint of mercy, watched over everyone as countless banners waved.
People cheered, wept, and felt hot blood surging through their veins.
They roared at the Black Tide, venting their will. Humanity was not afraid of the Black Tide!
Scenes like this were taking place simultaneously across many regions of the Galaxy, as one Imperial subject after another gathered and threw themselves into the tide of resistance against the disaster.
"We can win! Ormus Planet will never fall!"
Ork watched the scene with tears in his eyes.
Along with the other workers, he cheered at the Savior's projection outside the porthole, prayed to it, and even fell to his knees and prostrated himself.
The fear of disaster in the hearts of these Ormus Planet workers gradually faded. Unity and faith gave the group strength.
That fervor did not slowly subside until the ship finished replenishing its supplies and personnel and set off for the disaster zone.
Quite a few people exhausted themselves from overexcitement, and some even fainted outright.
"O Savior—"
Ork was dizzy from lack of oxygen and had to grab the handrail beside him, but he still stared firmly at the great Savior's projection.
He hoped to receive protection from that being, and he truly felt a sense of strength.
It was as though something was invisibly protecting him and his family.
They would all survive the disaster.
The disaster-relief engineering team had expected this, and medical teams soon came over to treat the people and help them recover their strength.
This was not a major issue. Proper emotional release could ease fear; compared with exhaustion, fear was far more deadly in the disaster zone.
That sort of emotion could cause people's souls to be completely devoured by