The Apocalypse tore through the veil of space and leaped into the void of the Nephilim Sector.
The sight before them confirmed the disaster foretold by that shattered star-whisper.
Under the cold starlight floated the wreckage of Imperium ships.
Their massive hulls had been torn apart, pierced through, and twisted into unrecognizable scrap, as though invisible giant hands had crushed them and casually cast them aside.
The remnants of their void shields flickered like dying fireflies, silently recounting the horror of their instant destruction.
There were no dying embers from explosions, no echoes of distress signals—only suffocating silence.
"Tut, tut, tut..." Liang Bing's lazy voice rang out across the bridge. She sat cross-legged in the command chair, dozens of rapidly refreshing data screens floating before her. "The scan results are in. Flowing Cloud, zoom in on those heaps of scrap."
Flowing Cloud immediately complied, and the main screen clearly displayed several relatively intact cross-sections of warship armor.
The edges were neither melted nor torn. Instead, they formed strange, crystalline smooth planes, as though the matter itself had been instantly "disassembled" or "annihilated."
"See that?" Liang Bing pointed at the cross-sections, her red lips curving eagerly. "Clean and efficient work. Look at those residual energy readings... an instantaneous stream of ultra-high-energy particles piercing through, coupled with a powerful matter-disintegration field... Tut, tut, Gauss weapon effects. And this—phase cutting? No, it's more like... spatial fault stripping? These skeleton racks have some pretty interesting technological reserves."
The gleam of a mad scientist shone in her eyes as her fingers danced over the virtual keyboard. "I have to get my hands on weapons capable of manipulating space and dimensions on this level! Pan Pan, turn the probe power to maximum and trace the source of these energy remnants!"
"Got it, Sister Bingbing! Time to