The vast galaxies of space resembled whirlpools in water, red and green, dazzlingly multicolored, adding brilliant and wondrous hues to the magnificent universe.
In some unnamed galaxy, a star cast its light and heat across the region of space under its protection. The darkness began to recede, leaving behind a silent cosmic void as starfire-like points of light spun without pause.
At that moment, a flagship fleet was sailing alone between the planets. Its formation was orderly and swift, disappearing behind a massive planet before it could be closely observed. Not long afterward, when the fleet emerged from the planet's dark side and was struck by direct sunlight, its full appearance was finally revealed.
The Main Battleship at the center resembled a Two-Masted Sailing Ship. Rows of "oars" lined its sides, moving up and down as though rowing through water, providing the Main Battleship with ample propulsion.
Towering halls and pavilions were a defining feature of the ship's deck. Ancient dark-gold carvings were flawlessly integrated into the outer walls of the main hall, while two lofty sharp horns pierced the sky, displaying an ostentatious majesty.
The other ships were nearly identical in design, only somewhat smaller. They clustered tightly around it and sailed at a steady speed.
This fleet was none other than the Angel Sixth Army, which had vanished from the Northern War Zone.
Their purpose in coming was naturally not to clear out marine life. The reason they had secretly slipped away from the war zone was simply because they had received someone else's summons.
"What did you say? You knew all along that His Highness was still alive?!"
Just then, an enraged voice suddenly rang out from the Main Battleship. The rolling soundwaves seemed ready to overturn the entire ship. Gus looked awkwardly at Kent, who was