In the vast, boundless universe, endless darkness was the dominant theme. Yet distant celestial bodies still glimmered faintly beneath the light of stars unimaginably far away.
A colossal warship, like some gigantic beast, swept past a gas giant, the arc of light it left behind illuminating this stretch of space.
Faint bands of cool-colored light lit up as the cruiser returned to its mothership. Accompanied by the hum of steel, the enormous hatch opened.
The people who emerged were nothing like those in science-fiction films, dressed in futuristic uniforms and armed with all manner of guns. Instead, the one in front wore a robe and carried a longsword.
After passing through the towering corridor and waiting for the airlock to open, Sif had barely entered the control room when another person dressed similarly approached her and said, "Lady Sif, this patrol is nearing its end. Do you think there's anything we've missed?"
Sif stroked the hilt of her sword and said, "I remember there are still some outlying areas we haven't visited. How has Midgard been lately?"
"Everything is normal, my lady." The first officer of the Asgard patrol ship led Sif to the ship's control panel.
Pointing at the information displayed on it, he said, "We've completed all patrol routes across the Nine Realms. However, we should pass by Midgard on our way back. Would you like to take a look?"
Sif frowned, looking somewhat concerned. "His Majesty the God King specifically instructed me to keep an eye on humanity's development. They are the fastest-developing race among the Nine Realms, and also the one with the greatest potential."
"Our lifespans differ from theirs, and so does our sense of time. It's entirely possible that after we haven't seen them for merely a hundred years, they'll have already left the