The Benatar bucked violently through the Void Corridor like a tiny boat on a raging sea. Beyond the viewports lay no familiar stars, only twisted, shattered, constantly shifting patches of chaotic color and torn spatial rifts. Ordinary physical laws barely held here. Their sense of time grew confused, and all sense of direction vanished. The navigation system showed nothing but static, while garbled symbols danced madly across the radar screen amid shrill interference.
"Steady! Damn it! This hellhole is impossible to fly through!" Star-Lord clamped both hands around the violently shaking control stick, veins bulging along his arms and cold sweat covering his forehead. Every jolt threatened to shake the ship apart. Despite its recent Entropy Inversion Repair, the hull still groaned with a teeth-grinding sound.
"All sensors are down! Energy readings are jumping all over the place! We're flying completely blind!" Rocket Raccoon shrieked, his paws slapping futilely at the malfunctioning console.
"Abnormal gravity field! Port engine three is overloaded! It's about to blow!" Gamora stared at the basic status monitor, the only display still barely functioning, and shouted her warning.
"Shut down engine three! Switch to backup power distribution!" Lin Ye's voice remained calm. He closed his eyes and focused, pushing [Dimensional Energy Perception] and [Chaos Thunder Body] to their limits. With difficulty, his senses penetrated the chaotic spatial barriers, tracing the faint guidance contained in the Crystal Key Elder Noa had given him. "Turn seventeen degrees right, angle five degrees down, and maintain current power."
"Roger!" Star-Lord obeyed without hesitation. In this environment, Lin Ye's perception was their only beacon.
The ship narrowly avoided a spatial rift that suddenly opened before it. Chaotic energy spewed from the tear and swept past the hull, making the shields flicker violently.
"We can't keep this up!" Dr. Banner's voice came