The Benatar hovered within the Eternal Archive's immense, endless corridor of flowing data chains and cold metal, like a speck of dust that had strayed into a beast's body. Teeth-grating metallic scrapes and the sizzling of energy corrosion sounded outside the ship, as though the entire archive were rejecting this uninvited guest.
"Shield power keeps dropping! Even the air in this damn place is corrosive!" Rocket Raccoon shrieked as he watched the rapidly changing readings. "We have to find a safe zone, or we'll be scrap metal before long!"
"Navigation is completely down! Spatial parameters are jumping all over the place! This place doesn't obey the laws of physics!" Star-Lord desperately steadied the controls. The ship bucked violently in the raging, chaotic data torrent, like a lone skiff on a storm-tossed sea.
"The sensors are picking up a lot of high-energy signatures closing in! From every direction!" Gamora watched the tactical display intently, her expression grim.
Drax tightened his grip on his massive axe, warily watching the dazzling waterfalls of data flowing outside the viewport as though they were alive.
Lin Ye stood motionless on the bridge, lightning and deep void alternating in his eyes. He pushed [Dimensional Perception] and [Chaos Return-to-the-Void Thunder] to their limits, struggling to penetrate the chaotic information barrier and pinpoint the source of the densest, most terrifying "final silence" energy deep within the corridor.
"Head toward three o'clock, full speed!" he directed in a low voice. "The energy fluctuations are most concentrated there-that's the direction of the ritual's core! Watch out for data vortices and energy traps!"
"Got it!" Star-Lord wrenched the controls, and the overloaded engines roared. The Benatar narrowly dodged a silver torrent of pure chaotic code that suddenly erupted from the corridor wall! It skimmed the ship's side, instantly devouring a huge