The Helicarrier floated silently in the ionosphere at least 180 kilometers above the ground, relying on stealth technology and ionization disturbances caused by solar radiation to conceal its flight path from possible detection by U.S. military radar. The Void Engine barely maintained enough thrust to keep the vessel from being dragged down by gravity. Victoria Hand stood beside the bridge viewport for a long time. From here, through the thick armored glass that reflected ultraviolet radiation, she could directly see the pitch-black void of outer space and the twinkling stars.
Ever since Latveria had begun the war, she had remained aboard this mobile command post. Yet every time she saw the magnificent universe, fear inevitably rose in her heart—what a grand and unfathomable expanse it was. She gripped the bridge railing tightly and held her breath, afraid that if she let go, she might fall into that blue-black sea of stars. For humanity, was this galaxy, this universe, simply too vast? Did they truly need to venture into the sea of stars and spend their entire lives exploring it? What kind of courage allowed her monarch to proudly proclaim his ambition to march into the galaxy? What burning ideals and passionate blood, what arrogance and courage, gave him the audacity to lead all humanity onto this endless road of darkness?
Victoria Hand realized that she had finally found the greatest difference between her superior and ordinary people: courage. He was sharing his courage with everyone, and every ordinary person would gain his strength. Only the brave could raise their heads to face this unknown starry sky and believe that the Human Race would one day rule the galaxy. It sounded like the ravings of a madman, yet it truly ignited the romantic flame within humanity. This road was destined to