'Well, well... you people are certainly up to something, aren't you, Elven Empire?' she mused. 'But then again, who isn't? Everyone has their own game to play. Let's see whose move is better, and whose is worse... shall we?'"
"Artemishi, prepare the fleet! We are leaving this place for now!" Smith ordered, his smile never wavering as he spoke to his right-hand man standing just behind him.
"At once, sir!" Artemishi replied quickly, immediately passing down the orders. Because the Forger fleet was more scattered than the Elven fleet had been, it took longer for the ships to fall into formation. Eventually, they too accelerated and vanished, following the path the Elves had taken.
Soon, silence returned to the starry void of the unknown system.
Elsewhere, deeper within the galaxy—far from the Galactic Rim and moving toward the Outer and Inner Galactic Spaces—ancient wheels were turning.
