The Infernal Steller Smith Devil Tribe's star dwindled into a distant speck as the hidden flying ship plunged deeper into the void. A strange silence settled over the ship, a stark contrast to the frantic activity they had left behind.
Wang Jian, his eyes fixed on the receding star, finally turned to Yu Qing. "It won't be long now," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
Yu Qing raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
A sly smile played on Wang Jian's lips. "The Infernal Steller Smith Devil Tribe's star… it's going to explode."
Yu Qing raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity dancing in her eyes. "Explode? How?"
A cold smile played on Wang Jian's lips. "The Power Convergence Array," he explained, "had a safeguard. A failsafe, if you will."
