Three days after Jeremy's Rank-up.
Deep space was an ocean of silence, broken only by the hum of Diaphane ships converging toward a precise point.
At the edge of the Ebonveil system, a dark nebula loomed.
Here, far from prying eyes, the fleets prepared for the coordinated attack that would mark the beginning of the end for the Ebonveil clan.
Numerous Diaphane ships were already present within the nebula.
Moments later, from the infinite horizon of space, a ship utterly unlike any other captured attention.
It was immense, crafted in the same hue as space itself. The only way to distinguish it was the pulsating azure veins wrapping its entire structure, giving it a breathtaking appearance, like a living cosmic leviathan glowing with ethereal light.
"What is that thing?" one of the commanders aboard a Diaphane ship said.
"Prepare for battle; something's moving toward us!" another shouted.
And so, the previously tense but relaxed atmosphere transformed into something else.
