The Ark navigated through the swirling clouds of the Varaxis Nebula, weaving through patches of intense dark energy as the battle outside raged. Explosions flashed in the distance, and the distant screech of the Shriek Fighters echoed over the comms, but here, within the heart of the enemy's stronghold, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the nebula itself was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable clash between the forces of light and darkness.
Ethan stood at the helm, his eyes fixed on the path ahead as the ship approached the entrance to Celos Vex's stronghold. He could feel the tension building within the ship, a mixture of anxiety, fear, and determination. The crew knew that once they stepped inside, there would be no turning back.
"We're approaching the lower entrance," Prella said, her voice calm despite the growing storm of dark Ether she could feel pulling at her. "This is it."
