After another half month of travel, they returned to Bolomite.
The Maelstrom was as peaceful as ever~
They could see the Maelstrom in the distance, along with the planet in front of it.
The warriors crowded around the viewports, grinning like idiots.
Heh heh. Their homeworld.
Back when they had no homeworld, they had to queue to repair their equipment, submit requests for supplies, send their wounded to borrow other Chapters' medical facilities, and borrow ammunition from other Chapters when they ran out.
Wow, what kind of miserable lives had they been living?
Now they would have somewhere to repair their equipment, and a supply base behind them.
Everything seemed full of hope.
In truth, the environment around the Maelstrom was hardly ideal.
A purple-black rift stretched across the horizon, its dark red tides churning.
Bolomite was iron gray. They were definitely seeing it through homeworld-tinted glasses.
People crowded the viewports of every ship in the fleet, all gazing at the planet outside.
Watching their foolish grins, Lin En started smiling too.
Fifteen days had passed, so he found a moment to draw another card.
[Space Adaptation], blue: you can survive one extra minute in space.
One extra minute of life in space.
With Thirty Days, it was a little redundant.
Still, it was not a useless card. What if he accidentally fell out of a spaceship into space?
A blue trait had little value as sacrifice fodder anyway. Having it was better than not.
He had drawn three gold cards in a row. It was about time for his luck to balance out and take a break.
Lin En put the trait away, leaned back in his chair, and glanced at Bolomite drawing closer outside the viewport.
"All right, all right, we're here. Stop plastering yourselves against the windows