One sleek battleship after another elegantly traversed past a colossal white planet under the gleam of a Constant Star.
A streak of Flowing Light glided from the bow of one battleship, across the hull's hard, cold external armor, the long auxiliary gun barrel, and the rotating radar atop the ship bridge's information tower, flowing to the stern, and moments later, reappearing at the bow of the next battleship.
The battleships went from sparse to dense, increasing in number and size. All elegance vanished without a trace in this endless emergence.
The entire white planet seemed covered by these overwhelming shadows. They were like a swarm of cold steel locusts, ominously looming over this patch of starry sky, bringing a chilling cold.
"Where has the forward reconnaissance ship reached now?"
