The boundless, vast universe remained as deep and silent as ever, as though unchanged for eternity.
A tiny speck of dust drifted through the dark void, faint blue light waves flickering in and out. The thrusters blasted out powerful particle streams, seeming slow yet actually moving at tremendous speed.
Sean lay quietly in a seat on the bridge. Old hit songs from the last century echoed through the spacious main control room as his eyes rested half-closed, as though he were deep in thought.
This Dark Elves warship was far too monotonous. There was no entertainment of any kind, and its interior was filled with oppressive blackness and intricate, twisted patterns that carried a chilling air.
Sean could not help feeling that he had miscalculated. He should have had Reed refit it earlier. At the very least, it ought to have matched his aesthetic tastes instead of this gloomy, bizarre dark style.
"In five minutes, we will conduct the next space jump."
Skynet's mechanical voice sounded.
As the overlords of the Nine Realms tens of thousands of years ago, it was hardly strange that the Dark Elves possessed advanced technology such as a warp engine. In fact, when it came to spatial technology, Asgard's Bifrost was even more advanced.
The combination of technology and magic could mobilize Dark Energy at any time, break through spatial barriers, and cross immense distances. It was truly a weapon of war.
Unfortunately, Odin had no desire to share it. Although Asgard and Earth were currently allies, where was the mutual affection and intimate trust between civilizations? War and plunder were the true main themes.
"There is still much to do..."
Sean said meaningfully.
Before the vastness of space and the boundless sea of stars, without space-jump technology capable of breaking through the limits of