Outside the massive porthole of the flagship's bridge, planets suddenly appeared from the eternal darkness of the universe, rushing towards us, rapidly enlarging in front of our eyes before shrinking and disappearing. The light of the Constant Star reflected on the porthole, flickering on and off. It's like a cold fire, vividly red, yet devoid of warmth.
The command hall, spanning a total of five floors, was illuminated by ceiling-wide electronic lights, making it as bright as daylight. Standing beside the railings of the highest circular walkway, looking down at the bottom floor hall filled with countless electronic equipment screens and interstellar maps, felt like peering into a dreamlike world. The changing graphics and flowing data and text were like colorful fish in shallow sea reefs, constantly swimming.
The hall appeared much quieter because the Senior Officers had gathered in the meeting room to hold a combat meeting.
