Beyond Expectations, Invisible Pressure

Far from the Ishimura's orbit, in deep space roughly six million kilometers above Aegis VII's surface, a blue-white flash suddenly tore through the void.

It was the residual spatial ripple left behind when a faster-than-light engine shut down in the Dead Space universe. Close behind it, a rescue ship smaller than the Luna Transport gradually emerged.

The hull bore scratches and mottled old paint, as though it had witnessed countless hasty deployments and desperate calls for aid.

The marking on its bow was clearly visible: the Kellion.

The rescue ship's engines roared soundlessly in the vacuum, pale blue plasma flaring from its rear thrusters as it rushed anxiously toward Aegis VII's low orbit.

Inside the cockpit, red warning lights flashed rhythmically, reminding everyone that the electromagnetic interference in the current sector remained unstable.

The female communications officer operated the console, her voice amplified through the radio but carrying a faint static due to the disrupted signal:

"Ishimura, respond if you can. This is the Kellion rescue ship. I repeat, this is the Kellion. Please respond!"

Yet all that echoed through the headset was a crackling "bzzzt—" of electrical noise. Silence and static mixed together, making the unease in their hearts grow stronger.

The communications officer lowered her handset, her expression grim.

A brief silence fell over the cockpit. Several crew members exchanged glances, unable to conceal the anxiety and hesitation in their eyes.

The cabin was dimly lit, with only the eerie green glow from the control panels falling across their faces and making their expressions even tighter.

The lettering on the female officer's nameplate flickered in the shifting light, engraved with the name "Kendra Daniels."

She pressed her lips together, still searching the screen for any possible signal echo. In a corner of the cockpit, several accompanying armed Mercenaries