The frontline was nothing like the training grounds of Neo Terra.
After weeks of travel, the Earth faction's combined fleet finally arrived at the edge of a contested sector deep within the Neutral Zone—a vast expanse of contaminated space where the scourge had consumed world after world, leaving behind drifting husks of dead planets wrapped in dense clouds of violet miasma. Fragments of shattered moons floated through the void like forgotten tombstones, while the wreckage of countless warships drifted silently between them, grim reminders of battles long since ended.
Alliance warships maintained an endless patrol along the sector's perimeter. Their armored hulls were scarred by years of relentless warfare, and the cultivators aboard wore the same marks upon their faces—hollow eyes, weary expressions, and the quiet discipline of veterans who had survived too many campaigns to count.
This was where the war against the scourge was truly fought.
