Prison Planet had never established a Star Harbor, or rather, any place on this barren globe could serve as one. The flagship transporting prisoners usually wouldn't want to linger too long in such a godforsaken place—drop off the convicts and then make a swift exit, unwilling to let the taint of wickedness cling to them.
The Third Prince had originally thought this to be an overly sentimental description from a magazine, but when their ship touched down on the surface of Prison Planet, an inexplicable sense of oppression enveloped them all, as if hurrying them to leave.
Earth Wolf Twelve and Jiuyue were the two most deeply affected.
Less than a hundred meters from the docking point stood a lighthouse, the sole building visible on the surface and also the entrance to the prison. A voice inside them kept warning against drawing any closer.
"The echo of judgment."
