At this critical moment, Boyle displayed astonishing calm and resolve.
She stood tall as a pine, not a trace of panic in her deep eyes. Instead, she swiftly scanned her surroundings and shouted commands in a firm, ringing voice:
"Everyone, listen up. Don't panic!
Check the star map immediately and find the nearest planet to prepare for landing.
Hurry up.
This is our only chance to survive!"
The female commander of the Resistance Army spoke like a great bell, her voice exploding through the noisy, chaotic cabin and instantly dispelling some of the fear in everyone's hearts.
It gave direction to their frantic movements, and they all began carrying out the orders in a flurry.
Then, the spacecraft, already on the verge of belching black smoke, continued onward through the vast universe with its last shred of protection, like a gravely wounded warrior who was swaying on the brink of collapse yet still struggling stubbornly onward.
Its thrusters rumbled intermittently like the final gasps of the dying. The hull shook violently, tossing everyone in the cabin about as all kinds of objects scattered across the floor.
Even so,
with the efforts of many people, it still wobbled toward an unknown unmanned planet, on the verge of crashing down.
It was as though it were rushing toward an appointment with fate, where life and death remained uncertain.
Meanwhile, Lucia's ability, which had originally been about to awaken and even overload in the wrong direction,
seemed to have been stunned by this sudden change. It finally calmed down and entered an exceptionally tranquil state of sublimation.
At that moment, the girl merely held the doll in her arms gently, even burying her face within it.
She simply did not understand these things very well,
but that did not mean she failed to