After all the Godly Armaments had been destroyed, the entire starfield fell quiet once more.
A moment later, teleportation light flared again amid the blinding radiance interweaving from the three stars.
Benjamin stepped out of the Space Teleportation Array with four Level 7 Black Giants.
Because the teleportation point was too close, searing white stellar radiation surged toward them like a tide, striking the surface of the Return to Void Armor and stirring layer upon layer of fine, invisible ripples.
The void beneath their feet had no true "ground," only an airspace slightly warped by the combined gravity of the three stars. The wreckage of the Godly Armaments floated within it, slowly tumbling and drifting apart under the pull of gravity like metallic snow torn to shreds.
Benjamin stood at the edge of the rocky wreckage that had once been a satellite, and the vertical eye between his brows slowly opened.
In truth, before teleporting over, he had already learned what had happened from the images transmitted by the Patroller.
Yet when he truly arrived at the scene and saw the wreckage with his own eyes, his expression still darkened bit by bit.
Because... this place was simply too clean, clean to the point that it did not resemble the ruins left after a battle.
Given the strength of the Godly Armaments, even if this place had been saturated with stellar energy radiation, the force capable of destroying them should have left sufficiently profound traces.
If the attacker's control was not precise enough, it would even have caused irreversible damage to the surrounding environment.
But now... there was not a single decent "trace" to be found.
If the Patroller had not been steadily transmitting information from the surrounding area and providing their location, Benjamin might even have thought that the