Inside the somewhat empty transport ship, the only living being still moving was the Federation soldier before them.
Perhaps others were still moving as well, but this soldier could not reach anyone else. The space he could move within was only a very short stretch.
Beyond that, damaged deck plating blocked his path, leaving him to drift through that limited area like a lonely ghost.
Most of what he did each day was stare blankly at the jet-black starry sky.
Because the war between the two top-level civilizations had been so fierce, and because the Galente Federation deliberately collected the special resource known as "Star Cores" during the early stages of the war, there were now not many stars left within the Underworld Star Region—let alone Complete Rule Planes.
The entire star region was jet-black, vast, empty, and desolate.
Ordinary creatures who came here would lose their sense of direction. Stay too long, and they might go mad.
After quietly staring through the translucent window at the starry sky for a long while, the soldier finally staggered toward a seat compartment as a faint hunger rose within him.
A moment later, a small blob of mucus resembling toothpaste—or perhaps snot—oozed from the metal tube in front of him. This was his nutritional meal.
It tasted terrible, but it was the only thing he could eat.
In his limited memories, there seemed to have once been several Federation soldiers' corpses nearby.
But at the time, he had still adhered to the so-called Federation Soldier's Code, so he had disposed of them all and had not desecrated his comrades' corpses.
Even the uniform the soldier wore now had been stripped from someone else.
This uniform was barely damaged, with only a slash across the neck.
It seemed that when the transport ship