In any case, Eleanor Bonaparte and Horatio Wayne, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, had arrived at the Gate of Glory with a force of reinforcements brimming with fighting spirit. They had moved far faster than Yu Lian's most optimistic estimate, surprising both sides.
All the Imperial troops from the L3 star sector to the New World Highway were caught badly off guard by their actions. They said even the garrison at the Southern Heavenly Gate had been roused.
And so, the situation across the New World was visibly on the verge of descending into chaos.
For now, though, none of this had anything to do with Yu Lian. He was currently inside some sort of systematized world formed at the intersection of information and spirit, utterly unaware of anything in the outside world.
At that moment, he was absorbed in a stream of images flickering through his perception. Countless fragmented yet vivid scenes flashed across his senses like holographic movies with the most tangible realism.
A surreal sensation, both real and illusory, converged in his mind.
...The Silent had been besieged by the Imperial fleet for a long time. In the end, its energy ran dry, and it was trapped in the dead end of a red dwarf system with nowhere to escape. Imperial landing craft swarmed toward the Silent, like a colony of starving termites crawling over an exhausted swan.
The bridge doors warped and tore apart under an unknown psychic force. Starrealm Knights and Imperial armored grenadiers appeared before him like demons. His comrades fell one after another right in front of him.
He fought, slaughtered, resisted, until he was as exhausted as the Silent. The last thing he saw was the flash of an atomic lance slicing through his throat.
He died.
...He knelt