The moment the ship blinked into the Starry Sky of the Prime Material World, it went to full thrust and raced without hesitation toward the star at the heart of this dead system.
Only this star was not alone.
If one drew closer, one would see that in the star's outer orbital ring, tens of thousands of modified Gith ships had been revolving along close solar orbits year after year like satellites. An immense network of magical energy linked these ships together.
At a glance, it resembled a Dyson sphere from another world, or a slowly turning wheel of the cosmos. The sight was immensely magnificent—calling it a wonder of the world would not be an exaggeration.
Countless Gith and Githyanki, under the command and with the assistance of a group of Astral silver dragons, were carrying out the final adjustments on the miraculous creation they revered beyond measure.
Just then, a beautiful female silver dragon seemed to sense something. She glanced toward the desolate Starry Sky, then hurriedly called out over the communications channel:
"They're here! Sylvie has brought the ship out! What do we do?"
"Don't panic! Toristana, just focus on what we need to do!"
Though Goethe comforted the mother of his child like that, the thought of his daughter facing that kind of monster alone gripped his heart just as fiercely.
In his heart, he cursed Tibilus, that little bastard who had agreed to this mad plan, until he was drenched in invective.
Yet all those thoughts turned wordless before that hopeless dead end.
If they could, these dragon parents would gladly take the children's place in doing such perilous things.
Unfortunately, their abilities were limited. Beyond sharing a tiny fraction of the vast work in their hands
there was nothing else they could do to