As the rumble of the "Silver Wing Ark" reached its peak, they once again traversed the narrow rift in the fabric of time and space.
In this unstable region filled with vortices and faults, each jump was a combined test of technology, courage, and fate.
Inside the cabin, the lights flickered, some devices shut down automatically due to overload, then quickly restarted, countless mechanical whirrs intermingled with the hurried breaths of personnel, resonating into a heroic yet tenacious echo.
At this moment, a hazy but life-tinged information remnant flashed through the equipment's network capture module:
This was a segment of imagery intermittently sent back from the distant battlefield of their homeland.
The flames burning upon the rubble glowed red against the night sky, countless civilians fled in panic;
Cynthia, her body marked with bloodstained spots, stood firmly at the edge of despair, her gradually beastified yet stubborn, unyielding figure bringing tears to one's eyes;
