The command center of the Imperial dreadnought loomed ahead, its dark, cold interior a stark contrast to the chaos outside. As Ethan, Prella, Tazra, Nova, and Vala stepped through the massive doors, they were immediately greeted by the sight of Imperial officers scrambling to man their stations. The air was thick with tension, the low hum of machinery and the crackle of Ether energy filling the space.
At the far end of the room, shrouded in shadows, stood Celos Vex.
The silver-armored figure exuded an aura of malice, his red eyes glowing beneath the intricate mask that covered his face. Dark Ether swirled around him, distorting the air like a storm barely contained. He stood with his back to them, but the moment the crew stepped inside, Vex spoke, his voice echoing with an unnatural depth.
"Ah, Captain Warren," Vex said, his tone almost amused. "I knew you'd come. Foolish, but predictable."
