The Falling Star charged through the turbulence zone like a fully armed war chariot, smashing aside every chaotic fragment of rules in its path at incredible speed.
Yet it still could not shake the four silver-white warships that followed it like shadows.
The four silver warships clung to its tail like maggots burrowing into bone.
Inside the cockpit, shrill alarms rang out one after another. Red warning lights washed over Feya's tense face, making it look deathly pale.
"Captain Feya, our energy reserves are down to 50%! The shield is wearing down faster and faster. At this rate, we can hold out for another half day at most!" The crew member monitoring their energy spoke through the Communicator, her voice trembling.
Anna clenched her fists tightly, watching the silver dots behind them on the holographic screen, anxiety showing on her fair little face.
"Feya, they're still following us..."
Fine beads of sweat covered Feya's forehead, and her hands gripped the control sticks tightly.
She could clearly feel the Falling Star's engines straining beyond their limits. The hull shuddered violently under the impact of Rules Turbulence, and every jolt increased the damage to the shield.
Even more alarming, the fluctuations in the rules ahead were growing increasingly violent. The red regions representing Rules Turbulence on the holographic screen were expanding rapidly, and she could even make out raging currents rolling through the void. All of it suggested that a natural disaster—a void storm—might lie ahead.
If they continued deeper, their energy consumption would certainly skyrocket. But that was the lesser concern. They might well be swept into the void storm and plunged into eternal ruin.
"We can't go on like this." Feya took a deep breath, a glint of resolve flashing through her eyes. She knew the Falling Star's energy would