"What is correctness?"
"It is the righteous declaration of the victor."
"Today, we shall write correctness."
One by one, crimson-edged warships sailed into the Hemu Star Domain, the heart of the Western Star Region, a place of sorrow, glory, and destined final battle.
Nearly a hundred thousand warships formed an endless majestic array in the depths of space, stretching across tens of thousands of miles. The edges of the warships were arranged like sharp spearheads, aligned neatly and advancing slowly onward.
The trails left by the high-temperature particles, sprayed in the vast star sea, were incredibly magnificent.
