The Ark cruised through the foreboding silence that hung over the Reaver core system, each passing moment pulling them further into the enigmatic darkness. An oppressive energy filled the bridge, making the crew instinctively keep their voices low, as though the very act of speaking too loudly might stir something lurking within the shadows.
The signal grew stronger, a pulsating beacon that led them toward the heart of Reaver territory. It was unlike any distress call they had encountered, more akin to a heartbeat, a deep, rhythmic pulse that filled the space around them.
Ethan stood on the bridge, his gaze intense as he watched the screens. "Whatever's sending this signal… it's not like the Reavers to broadcast something so openly. Either it's a trap, or it's something they're trying to hide."
