Fireworks

Starlight shone, but the sun was nowhere to be seen.

This patch of the world seemed eternally silent.

The ground trembled. Countless motes of dust rose soundlessly, reflecting the firelight as they danced noiselessly through the darkness.

White vapor created by countless air leaks erupted from atop the massive structure, spilling into the vacuum and allowing terrifying cold to flood indoors.

An exchange.

They looked like big-headed dolls running across the barren land.

Those figures were wrapped in bulky gray spacesuits, gripping specially modified guns and weapons as they pulled the trigger at the guards beyond the breach.

In the low-gravity vacuum, they leaped nimbly across the ground, silently bringing death to their enemies and silently meeting their own deaths.

The sounds of shattering and shouting could be heard.

The moment their vital signs confirmed death, flames consumed everything from within. In the end, even the spacesuits degraded under alchemy and merged into the dust.

Leaving behind only a wisp of ash.

Amid the fierce firefight, alarms rang throughout the lunar prison.

The security chief's first action was to press the red button before him, dropping the gates over the three dangerous zones of A1B1C1 and sealing the prisoners and guards inside with an absolute, irrevocable command.

The identities of those prisoners were far too sensitive, and the value they represented was too precious. They could not be killed, nor could they be allowed to leave this place.

They could only be isolated in the most thorough manner possible.

Once the attack alarm sounded, everything inside would instantly freeze into a single mass amid surging foam. Before that, everyone would fall asleep, their bodies and souls alike coming to a complete halt.

In low-temperature hibernation, their bodies could endure for more than seventy-two hours. The frozen foam would retain a