The floating fortress of iron drifted away into the copper mist, a silent, dead mass of rusting metal, but the void ahead did not offer any reprieve. The moment the Void-Galleon cleared the outer wreckage, the burning atmosphere of the minor constellation condensed into a jagged, lethal air. The open space vanished, replaced by an endless field of floating spike-walls. These massive slabs of black stone and red iron were miles wide, drifting blindly through the vacuum, their surfaces covered in thousands of long, jagged iron spikes that hummed with a terrifying energy.
The ship moved through this labyrinth with a heavy, jarring friction. The copper dust in the air had grown so thick it was a physical weight, scraping against the obsidian-silk sails and coating the deck plates in a layer of fine dust.
[Synchronization: 84.0%]
[Level: 135]
