The swirling depths of the galaxy were shrouded in an inky darkness, and at its heart lay a black hole—a swirling maw of cosmic energy and gravitational pull that threatened to devour all who approached. Yet within this darkness, the Forge of Celestial Weapons pulsed with a faint, luminous glow, a beacon of hope amid the shadows. The Realm Lord and his family stood on the deck of the Eternal Voyager, gazing into the abyss.
"Are we certain about this?" Yara, the pirate queen and captain of the ship, asked, her brow furrowed with concern. "The Obsidian Order has already invaded the forge. We're risking everything by heading straight into their territory."
"We don't have a choice," the Realm Lord replied, his expression resolute. "The forge must not fall into their hands. If they gain control of its power, the consequences will be catastrophic for Ylra and beyond."
