The moment the confirmation arrived that the operation had been a complete success—with Qingyi extracted from the alliance without the illusion of his presence there suffering even the slightest crack—everything changed in the blink of an eye.
The passengers, who until then had looked like ordinary travelers, rose to their feet in perfect unison.
Their civilian clothes seemed to melt into thin air, strands of fabric unraveling before reweaving themselves over their bodies, molding into stealth suits of highly advanced technology.
The ship itself underwent its own metamorphosis, the hull emitting a low, constant hum as it reshaped into a stealth configuration.
Metal plates slid over one another with millimeter-level precision, sharp edges emerging as the vessel's silhouette tapered into a form built to evade Qi radars and slice through the vacuum at the highest possible speed.
