For anyone who had ever walked or floated through space, the indescribable vastness, cold, and darkness would leave them shaken.
Likewise, they would develop an indescribably intense sense of loneliness deep within.
Many ordinary people who had just entered space even developed a strange illness called "Deep Space Syndrome."
It was somewhat like claustrophobia, but its underlying logic was completely different.
The latter arose from the suffocating feeling of being confined in a cramped space, while the former was a cognitive impairment—or even a cognitive error—caused by space being far too vast.
In the past, the humans capable of entering space had all been genuine elites, and they had undergone specialized, rigorous training, so they could ease this pressure through various methods.
But with the great leap into the interstellar age, countless ordinary people could now enter space and even travel between stars, while facilities such as spacecraft and spaceports became widespread.
"Deep Space Syndrome" officially entered public awareness and became a widespread, serious problem that had to be addressed.
At present, the Human Federation's solution was to avoid letting anyone operate alone in space whenever possible. Instead, groups of more than a dozen people formed teams to look after one another and lessen the physical and psychological effects of that intense loneliness.
But at this very moment, the only things accompanying Grant Ward, commander-in-chief of the Human Federation fleet, were the vast amounts of space debris created by exploding and shattered warships, along with mangled corpses that had died horribly.
In the cold vacuum, corpses did not rot or decay. They remained exactly as they had been.
Especially the terror preserved in their eyes during their final moments—even looking at it was enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Not to mention that the bodies constantly collided as they drifted,