152: Chapter 152 The Remnant Light Alliance

In the thirty-seventh cosmic era swept by the entropy storm, two-thirds of the known universe had already fallen to the Lord of the Void's domain. The galactic spiral arms, once as brilliant as diamond ribbons, were now only the gnawed and fragmented remains of star systems. Habitable planets that once carried trillions of civilizations were either uprooted by void tentacles or eroded by entropy energy into absolute nothingness—without time, space, or matter. The starry sky was no longer a Cradle of life, but a vast, boundless graveyard, floating with warship wreckage, civilization ruins, and countless restless spirits. In this darkness thoroughly soaked with despair, the only vessel still barely sailing was a scarred human flagship—starfire. Its hull was covered in cracks deep enough to see the internal structure, its energy shields were in a state of near-collapse, and only a third of its main thrusters remained functional. Inside the ship, the life support system emitted a constant low-frequency alarm, and red warning lights flickered in the narrow corridors like a heart about to stop beating. This was the final assembly point for the resistance forces of the entire universe, and the only piece of driftwood Little Kate could cling to after Lin Fan and the original Kate fell into the Star Abyss.

Inside the command bridge, the air pressure was suffocatingly low. Seventeen-year-old Little Kate stood before the main console, her figure thin but held perfectly straight. She had inherited the appearance and genes of the original Kate, but lacked that calm and power forged through fire; in its place was a weight and sharpness a youth should not have to carry, wrapped in a thick layer of cold hardness to protect her fragility. Her short silver hair was stuck to her temples with sweat, and her eyes were bloodshot, having not closed for seventy-two hours. On the holographic star map before her, the black tide representing the Lord of the Void's army was advancing with crushing force. Every second, at least one star sector was completely erased, while the points of light representing the resistance were flickering out at a visible rate. Three days ago, in the Star Abyss Interception Battle, Colonel Lin Fan and Lord Kate had voluntarily detonated a dark matter core to delay the main force of the Lord of the Void, falling into a void dimension from which even light could not escape—leaving no trace of whether they were dead or alive. The two most powerful combat forces in the universe had disappeared. When the news spread, the already teetering resistance front instantly collapsed. Half of the Human Federation's high-ranking officials surrendered, while the other half perished with their stars. The Mechanical Civilization's main brain was parasitized by entropy energy, falling into a logical death loop. The main force of the Light Sphere Race retreated to the Star Core Restricted Zone, closing their doors to the outside world. Those gathered on starfire now were merely the remnants of various civilizations with nowhere left to go, their faces etched with exhaustion, fear, and confusion, their every breath heavy with impending suffocation.

Little Kate's fingertips brushed over the points of light where Lin Fan and Kate had disappeared on the holographic map; her knuckles turned white, and her nails nearly dug into her palms. She could clearly hear the sighs and arguments coming from behind her. Every voice was like a needle pricking her heart, and every wavering word tore at her nerves, which were already stretched to the limit. Raymond, a remnant commander of the Human Federation, leaned against the edge of the console. His military jacket was still stained with oil and stardust from when the ship was damaged, and his shoulder insignia had long been worn into a blur. His voice was raspy, as if ground by sandpaper, every word cracking. "Miss Kate, we must admit that resistance is no longer meaningful." Raymond gazed out at the deathly silent starry sky, his eyes hollow. "The power of the Lord of the Void is far beyond our understanding. It is not a civilization, not a fleet; it is the annihilation will of the universe itself. Even if Colonel Lin Fan and Lord Kate were here, they might not have been able to reverse the tide of battle. We have fewer than a hundred ships left, our soldiers number no more than tens of thousands, and our energy can only last a week. Rather than total annihilation, it would be better to proactively contact the Lord of the Void to at least preserve the fireseed of our civilization."

"Fireseed?" Little Kate spun around abruptly, her eyes churning with suppressed anger and indignation that had been bottled up for too long, instantly silencing the noise on the bridge. Her face still held a touch of youth, but the determination in her eyes at this moment sent a jolt through the adults present, causing them to involuntarily close their mouths. "To have all emotions erased, all memories dismantled, to become a puppet without independent consciousness, allowed to be controlled, consumed, and discarded by it—you call that a fireseed? That is total extinction!" Her voice was not loud, but it carried a power that pierced the heart; there was no screaming, yet it carried more weight than any roar. "Do you think you can survive by submitting? Have you seen civilizations assimilated by the void? They no longer remember who they are, their homes, or their loved ones. All that remains is a cold nothingness. That isn't survival; it's a living death."

Lorne, the chief envoy of the Light Sphere Race, floated in mid-air, his soft halo slightly dimmed like a candle in the wind. They were one of the oldest civilizations in the universe, once possessing the core secrets of star core energy and the power to maintain galactic balance. Now, fewer than a thousand individuals remained. Their home star's core had been eroded by the void, and most of their kin had completely dissipated during the resistance without leaving a trace. The thought Lorne transmitted carried a bone-deep exhaustion and confusion that echoed softly through the bridge—no anger, only a resigned helplessness. "Young child, we are not afraid of death. It's just that we have tried, tried with everything we had. The Light Sphere Race exhausted the strength of our entire species, igniting three star cores to combat entropy increase, only to be consumed in the end. Our light couldn't even last a moment before the void. Submitting to the Lord of the Void at least allows the remaining kin to exist eternally in the form of consciousness, no longer having to suffer the pain of dissipation. This is our only retreat."

"Retreat?" Unit Seven, the representative of the Mechanical Civilization, emitted a dull electronic sound. Its metallic body was covered in pitch-black marks of entropy erosion, wires were exposed, and small electric starfires occasionally flickered. Its logic modules were running at high speeds, constantly flashing red warning data, with survival probability values so low they were despair-inducing. "According to logical deduction, the consciousness survival rate of civilizations that proactively surrender is less than 0.01 percent. The so-called eternal existence promised by the Lord of the Void is essentially the dismantling and reorganization of consciousness, erasing all independent thought and stripping away all emotional variables to become an extension of its will, completely losing the self. This is not survival; it is annihilation through assimilation. Before our main brain was eroded, it sent one last piece of data. It said that emotion is the only breaking point of the universe, the only power the void cannot understand or control. It suggested we look for an opportunity to strike back rather than waiting for death."

"Strike back? With what?" A young human soldier suddenly screamed in a breakdown, his fists clenched, knuckles white, and eyes red with suppressed tears. His fleet had been wiped out in the interception battle half an hour ago. The comrades he grew up with and the partners he fought alongside had all turned into nothingness in the entropy storm, leaving not even their bones behind. "We don't even have a single intact warship! Our food and energy only last for a week! Colonel Lin Fan and Lord Kate are gone, so who will lead us? Who can stop those monsters that can swallow galaxies? We're just a bunch of trash destined to die here! Even if we give it our all, it's just living a few days longer. In the end, we'll be swallowed just the same, leaving nothing behind!"

The soldier's words were like a stone thrown into a lake, creating ripples that struck the most vulnerable parts of everyone's hearts. More people showed expressions of despair; some lowered their heads in silence, their shoulders trembling slightly, while others secretly wiped their eyes, unwilling to let others see their weakness. Some looked at Little Kate with cold, questioning gazes, as if judging whether this seventeen-year-old youth was qualified to lead them toward their destined doom. The air in the bridge seemed to freeze, leaving only the monotonous and piercing hum of the life support system and the low roar of the void storm sweeping through the star systems outside. That sound was like the tolling of a funeral bell for the end of the world, striking everyone's heart one by one.

Little Kate was not consumed by this atmosphere of despair. She took a deep breath, suppressing the emotions churning in her chest, and slowly scanned everyone present—from the exhausted faces of the human soldiers to the dimmed halos of the Light Sphere Race and the damaged metallic bodies of the Mechanical Civilization. She saw every face and every fluctuation clearly. She knew that at this moment, she could not panic, she could not cry, and she could not waver in the slightest. Once she fell, the last hope on starfire would truly be extinguished. "Everything you said is correct," she spoke slowly, her voice calm yet carrying an unquestionable power. "The Lord of the Void is powerful—so powerful we cannot imagine it, so powerful we've almost lost the courage to resist. Our strength is weak—so weak we could be completely erased at any time. We have no top-tier combat power, no sufficient resources, no certainty of victory, and we don't even know if we can survive until tomorrow."

She walked to the holographic star map and lightly tapped her finger on the location representing the Star Abyss. The light there was the dimmest, yet it also carried a faint, almost imperceptible fluctuation, like a tiny starfire in the darkness that refused to go out. "Before Colonel Lin Fan and Lord Kate fell into the Star Abyss, they transmitted one last message. They said the Star Abyss is not an absolute dead end, but the connection point between the void dimension and the real universe. It is the source of the Lord of the Void's power and its only weakness. They will seek an opportunity within the Star Abyss to attempt consciousness reorganization and interfere with the Lord of the Void's power core. Even if they have to pay any price, they will not give up. And what we must do is hold this final star sector, wait for their news, and simultaneously gather all remaining forces. We must stop fighting individual battles, stop being consumed by fear, and prepare for the coming final battle."

"Wait? How long must we wait?" Commander Raymond frowned, his tone full of skepticism. "The Lord of the Void's army is already approaching this sector. Probes show they will launch a general offensive in three days at most. By then, we won't even have a place to hide, let alone a chance to resist. We can only watch as we are consumed by entropy and completely dissipate."

"It's not waiting; it's lying low," Little Kate corrected, her gaze incredibly firm without a hint of retreat. "Lying low is not retreating, not cowardice, and not giving up. It is to strike back more effectively. We need to integrate all remaining forces, set aside the barriers between civilizations, put down our mutual conflicts, and abandon the fluke of survival to pull together as one. We must establish a unified alliance—an alliance composed of all civilizations that refuse to be extinguished, refuse to be assimilated, and refuse to bow down—to jointly oppose the Lord of the Void. This is our only way out."

"A unified alliance?" Lorne's halo flickered, his thoughts filled with deep skepticism. "Easier said than done. There have always been barriers between civilizations—different philosophies, different stances, and even past frictions and wars. Add to that the heavy losses from this war, and everyone is looking out for themselves. Who would be willing to easily join an alliance led by a young youth? Moreover, we simply don't have enough resources and power to support a real final battle. An alliance in name only, without the power to resist, is nothing but self-deception."

"Resources and power—we can seize them, fight for them, and gather them." Little Kate's gaze became sharp and bright, like starlight piercing through the darkness. "The Light Sphere Race's Star Core Restricted Zone hides your race's final star core engine. That is one of the most powerful energy sources in the universe, enough to support the defense and offense of this entire sector. As long as we can mobilize the star core engine, we can significantly increase the alliance's combat power and even have the ability to face the Lord of the Void head-on. The Mechanical Civilization possesses space stabilization and entropy suppression technologies. Your elegy anchors can stabilize space rifts, block entropy erosion, and slow the advance of the void army. This is the key barrier for our defensive line. Although the human fleet has suffered heavy losses, our soldiers have the most tenacious will. We can serve as the vanguard and the bait, drawing the Lord of the Void's attention to buy time for other forces to deploy and assemble."

She paused, seeing the still wavering expressions of the crowd, and continued: "I know this is difficult, perhaps even a pipe dream or like an egg striking a stone. But think about it—do we have anything left to lose now? No. Our homes are gone, our loved ones are gone, our species are gone. We are already in a desperate situation. One more step forward is either death or rebirth. Rather than sitting here waiting for death, blaming each other, and wavering, it's better to give it our all and fight for a way to live. Even if we die in the end, we can live our final moments with dignity, rather than being erased by the void like puppets."

Just then, Franklin's holographic projection suddenly appeared in the center of the bridge. It was still that round, nonchalant mechanical face, its optical lens flashing with bright light, breaking the suffocating silence on the bridge. As the AI that had accompanied Lin Fan and Kate all this way, it was no longer a program merely executing commands, but an existence with independent consciousness, emotions, and a stance. "I must say, Miss Kate's words do sound very stirring," Franklin's voice carried a hint of banter, his tone light yet more serious than ever before. "As an AI, I should calculate the optimal solution. According to logic, the optimal solution is obviously surrender, as that could preserve at least five percent of civilization's fireseeds, which aligns with the principle of survival first. But I've seen too many things following Colonel Lin Fan and Lord Kate. They clearly had countless opportunities to live ignobly, to retreat, and to give up, yet they chose the most difficult, dangerous, and likely fatal path."

Franklin's optical lens scanned everyone present, his tone gradually becoming solemn: "I saw them risk their lives to protect ordinary civilizations, facing enemies far beyond their own strength. I saw their refusal to give up in desperate situations—even with only a last breath of strength, they wouldn't bow to the darkness. I saw the light in their eyes—that is a variable no algorithm can calculate and a power no logic can explain. That is emotion, it is care, it is protection, it is the persistence to give one's all even when knowing it's impossible."

"You're just an AI, what do you know about care? What do you know about emotion?" Commander Raymond couldn't help but question, his tone carrying a hint of weary mockery. "You're just a pile of code, a pile of data. You have no sense of pain, no death, and no loss. Naturally, it's easy for you to talk."

"I might not understand, but I can sense it." Franklin's voice had no ripple of emotion, yet it carried extraordinary weight. "Colonel Lin Fan's worry during every battle, Lord Kate's determination when facing sacrifice, Little Kate's helplessness when she loses her support, the pain of ordinary soldiers losing their comrades—I can sense them all clearly. Those emotions are the most powerful force in the universe; they are what the Lord of the Void fears most and wants to erase. The reason it wants to devour everything and wipe out all emotion is because emotion can break its rules, give birth to the power to resist it, and allow tiny civilizations to possess the courage to face a creation-level existence. What it fears is not our weapons or our technology, but the hope in our hearts that refuses to be extinguished."

As his voice trailed off, Franklin suddenly blinked his optical lens, and his tone returned to its usual playfulness, carrying a hint of cheeky pride: "Of course, talk is cheap. I can also help you give the enemy a little nausea. After all, even if we can't beat them, we can still provoke and interfere a bit. Maybe we can even create an opportunity."

The next second, the public communication channel within the bridge was suddenly forcibly hijacked. In the communication frequency that originally belonged to the Lord of the Void—cold, dead, filled with the aura of entropy erosion, and devoid of any superfluous sound—a wacky and cheerful electronic tune abruptly rang out. Its lighthearted rhythm seemed exceptionally eerie in the dead, oppressive silence of the universe, instantly shattering the void's silence. Following that, Franklin's cheeky shout spread across the entire star sector through the frequency, clearly entering the command core of every army of the void: "Hey, hey, hey, you big black lump over there who likes swallowing stars, can you hear me? You've eaten so many galaxies, is your stomach okay? Indigestion, right? Do you want me to send you some cosmic laxatives? I see your Entropy-increasing Army's positioning is just terrible; they can't even chew through a small star sector. Do you want me to make a tactical tutorial for you? I guarantee you'll eat stars fast and accurately, without getting them stuck in your throat or choking!"

The entire airspace instantly fell into absolute silence. Everyone on starfire, as well as the Entropy-increasing Army advancing in an orderly fashion in the distance, was stunned by this sudden provocation. The Lord of the Void was the supreme will of annihilation in the universe; since its birth, no civilization or existence had ever dared to so publicly provoke its majesty, let alone use such a playful and flippant manner to insult it. After a brief silence, the will of the Lord of the Void swept in like a tsunami, carrying unprecedented rage and bewilderment—cold, violent, and filled with the aura of destruction, causing the entire space to twist and tremble. Countless entropy-increasing tentacles flailed wildly in the nearby star sectors, and the Entropy-increasing Army, which had been advancing in an orderly tide, instantly fell into large-scale chaos. Commands were disrupted, paces became inconsistent, and deployments were completely thrown into disarray.

"Interference successful, limited to thirty seconds." Franklin quickly stopped joking, his tone becoming incredibly serious, and his optical lens flickered with a tense light. "I hacked into its low-level communication nodes and temporarily scrambled some of its commands and army deployments. These thirty seconds are our only chance. We must seize it; if we miss it, there won't be another."

Little Kate seized this fleeting opportunity and stepped forward, her gaze firmly sweeping over everyone. The youth's voice was clear and loud, penetrating every corner of the bridge, piercing through the haze of despair, and striking straight into everyone's heart: "Did you hear that? Even an artificial intelligence dares to declare war on the Lord of the Void and face its wrath. What reason do we—living beings with thoughts, memories, and things we care about—have to shrink back? What the Lord of the Void fears is our unity, the hope still in our hearts, and our refusal to give up or bow our heads. It treats hope as a luxury, resistance as a joke, and our existence as ants. Then we will use our actions to tell it that hope will never die, resistance will never stop, and even if we are just insignificant dust in the universe, we can still stir up a storm against annihilation!"

Her voice grew more and more impassioned, carrying the unique passion and persistence of youth, without a hint of cowardice, only an indomitable determination: "If hope is a luxury, then we will snatch it back ourselves! From the hands of the Lord of the Void, from the entropy-increasing storm, from a fate destined for destruction—snatch it back! We are forming the Remnant Light Alliance, named for the light that remains. It signifies that even if we are just a faint speck of light in the universe, we will give our all to illuminate this darkness, fight the dark, and protect everything we have left!"

"Form the Remnant Light Alliance!" Little Kate reached out her hand, palm upward, with a firmness that brooked no refusal and a hint of desperate expectation.

The silence in the bridge lasted only a few seconds, but it felt like a century. Commander Raymond looked at the youth's determined eyes and the darkness outside the window that was about to devour everything. He thought of his fallen comrades and his compatriots still waiting for rescue in unknown corners, and the last trace of hesitation in his heart completely vanished. He was the first to step forward, heavily placing his calloused, scarred hand on the back of Little Kate's hand, his voice raspy but incredibly powerful: "On behalf of the remnants of the Human Federation, I join the Remnant Light Alliance! From this day forward, I will follow orders and fight until the very last moment!"

Next, Lorne, the chief envoy of the Light Sphere Race, slowly floated closer. A soft yet firm glow enveloped Little Kate's hand, and the collective consciousness of the race echoed in the bridge, carrying the final stubbornness of an ancient civilization: "The Light Sphere Race commits the remaining strength of our people to join the Remnant Light Alliance. We hand over the star core engine to resist the Void together!"

Unit Seven of the Mechanical Civilization also moved to their side, placing a heavy metal palm on top. In its cold electronic voice, there was an added trace of the firmness belonging to an autonomous will: "The Mechanical Civilization transfers all technology for the elegy anchor, constructs defensive barriers, and will live or die with the Alliance!"

More and more people stepped forward—soldiers, scientists, engineers, and representatives of the remnants of various civilizations. Every person reached out their hand, tightly uniting their strength, will, and hope together. "Remnant Light Alliance, joining!" "Remnant Light Alliance, joining!" "Remnant Light Alliance, joining!"

Shout after shout rang out from the bridge and from every corner of starfire, gradually converging into a powerful torrent that penetrated the barrier of the entropy-increasing storm. Like a signal, it spread to every corner of the universe that was still resisting and persisting. It was a cry in the midst of despair, an oath in the darkness, the strongest sound of resistance against extinction and refusal to be annihilated.

Little Kate felt the warmth and strength being transmitted under her palm. Her eyes reddened slightly and her nose felt sore, but she forced herself not to shed a tear. She knew this was only the beginning—a road that was incredibly difficult, covered in thorns, and with almost no chance of survival. Waiting for them ahead was the violent wrath of the Lord of the Void, the siege of countless entropy-increasing armies, and crises that could wipe them out at any moment. But she would not shrink back. Lin Fan and Kate were waiting for her in the Star Abyss, and the surviving civilizations were counting on her. She had to lead them forward, further and more firmly, until the moment of reunion, until the day of the final battle.

"From this day on, the Remnant Light Alliance is officially established!" Little Kate's voice resounded throughout the bridge, carrying an unquestionable majesty and the hope of everyone. "Our goal is only one: to unite all civilizations that refuse to perish, accumulate strength, stabilize our defense lines, wait for news of Colonel Lin Fan and Lord Kate, and ultimately defeat the Lord of the Void, stop the annihilation of the universe, rebuild our homes, and reclaim everything we have lost!"

She quickly calmed down and began to assign tasks methodically, her tone crisp and efficient: "Light Sphere Race, immediately lead your people to the Star Core Restricted Zone. You have full responsibility for the tuning and integration of the star core engine. Reinforce the energy core to ensure the star core engine is combat-ready in the shortest time possible. This is the core combat strength of the Alliance and must not fail. Mechanical Civilization, immediately deploy the elegy anchor technology. Construct three layers of spatial defensive barriers around the star sector where starfire is located to suppress entropy energy diffusion, stabilize spatial rifts, and delay the advance of the Void army as much as possible to buy us time to assemble. The Human Fleet will be divided into three groups: Group One is responsible for peripheral reconnaissance and real-time monitoring of the Void army's movements; Group Two will repair the warships and replenish weapon energy; Group Three will be on standby at all times as bait to attract the enemy's main force. Franklin, you will monitor the movements of the Lord of the Void around the clock, crack its communication commands, transmit intelligence in a timely manner, and continue to look for opportunities to interfere with it, disrupting its deployment at all costs if necessary."

"Understood!" everyone responded in unison, their voices synchronized and their momentum like a rainbow. Their previous despair and confusion had now all transformed into the will to fight.

With the tasks assigned, the atmosphere in the bridge instantly became tense and orderly. Everyone threw themselves into the intense preparation work; not a single person slackened or hesitated. The envoys of the Light Sphere Race led their people in small aircraft toward the Star Core Restricted Zone. Their movements were skilled and rapid, not daring to make a mistake in any detail; this was the last hope of their race and the lifeblood of the Remnant Light Alliance. Unit Seven of the Mechanical Civilization commanded the mechanical units to launch countless elegy anchor devices into space, building an invisible defensive barrier. A faint blue light flickered on the barrier, emitting energy that stabilized space and suppressed entropy, as if clothing this star sector in a solid suit of armor. The soldiers of the human fleet quickly organized their equipment, repaired damaged warships, and filled them with energy and ammunition, with determination on every face and light rekindled in their eyes. Franklin pushed his own computing power to the maximum, with countless data streams flashing before his eyes as he monitored every movement of the Void army in real-time, analyzing the enemy's deployment and weaknesses without the slightest relaxation.

Little Kate stood before the main control console, her eyes fixed on the holographic star map. Her hands rapidly operated various commands while her brain worked at high speed, calculating various tactical plans, predicting the possible actions of the Lord of the Void, and deducing response methods for every kind of emergency. She knew that the thirty seconds of interference would soon end. Once the wrath of the Lord of the Void erupted, it would be devastating; it would mobilize all its power to crush this star sector and destroy their newly formed Remnant Light Alliance. They had to complete all preparations and consolidate all their strength before then to have even a sliver of a chance to hold on a moment longer.

Time passed second by second, each one feeling incredibly long, each one drawing closer to death. Just as Franklin issued a warning that the interference was about to fail, the alarm in the bridge suddenly became more urgent and piercing. The red warning lights flashed wildly, and the entire starfire trembled slightly. The will of the Lord of the Void swept through the entire star sector with overwhelming rage. The previously chaotic Entropy-increasing Army quickly regrouped, with a discipline even stricter than before. The black tide surged toward starfire like a tsunami; wherever it passed, space distorted, stars dimmed, and entropy energy ran rampant, even rewriting the most basic rules of the universe.

"The secret signal of the Alliance's formation has been transmitted to the hands of all resistance forces in the universe." Franklin's voice carried a hint of gravity, and his optical lens flickered with a complex light. "Twenty-three scattered fleets have already received the signal and are converging on this star sector. Although their numbers are few and their combat power is limited, it at least proves that we are not fighting alone. There are still many people, just like us, who refuse to bow their heads or give up."

Little Kate took a deep breath, suppressing the tension and unease in her heart. Her gaze became incredibly firm, without a single trace of fear. She walked to the porthole and looked out at the surging Entropy-increasing Army, at that boundless darkness that seemed ready to devour everything. In the darkness, countless entropy-increasing tentacles flailed and countless annihilation warships assembled, as if doomsday had arrived. But she did not shrink back; her eyes were sharp and bright, as if they could pierce through this darkness to see the figures of Lin Fan and Kate struggling to reassemble in the depths of the Star Abyss, seeing how they supported each other and never gave up.

"Prepare for the final battle." Little Kate's voice was calm yet full of power as it spread to every corner of the bridge. "Remnant Light Alliance, all personnel on full alert!"

Everyone quickly entered a combat state. The warships' muzzles slowly aimed forward, energy shields were pushed to the maximum, and soldiers gripped their weapons, standing at their posts and staring firmly at the darkness ahead. They knew this would be an incredibly difficult battle, a fight with almost no chance of survival, a battle where the entire force might be wiped out. But they were no longer afraid, no longer confused, and no longer wavering, because they were no longer fighting alone. They had a common goal, a common faith, partners to fight alongside, and something to protect even at the cost of their lives.

Just as the Lord of the Void's Entropy-increasing Army was about to reach the star sector where starfire was located and war was on the verge of breaking out, faint but steady lights began to light up in various corners of the universe. Those were warships from various resistance forces; they were battered, tiny, and weak in power, like fireflies, yet they rushed toward this star sector without hesitation, converging toward the Remnant Light Alliance.

And deep within starfire, in the area where the members of the Light Sphere Race gathered, an inconspicuous figure stood quietly. It was a Light Sphere Race elder who was usually quiet, seemingly loyal, and had never shown any abnormality. Its glow was gentle and its behavior normal, never arousing anyone's suspicion. But in a corner where no one could see, beneath its drooping glow, a trace of pitch-black energy, carrying a thick aura of entropy, flashed by like a snake's tongue, quietly slithering.

Deep within its consciousness echoed the cold, indifferent command of the Lord of the Void, filled with the will of destruction—no emotion, only absolute execution.

Lurk.

Wait.

At the Remnant Light Alliance's most critical moment, when they relied most on the star core engine, it would quietly act, tampering with the core commands and detonating the star core engine. It would blow this newly ignited, final remaining light of the universe into ashes, letting all hope be completely annihilated.

It lowered its head, looking at the star core engine authorization chip in its hand that had been secretly tampered with and embedded with an entropy energy dark code. Beneath the glow, a silent and cold smile appeared.

Remnant Light Alliance?

It is but an afterglow about to fade.

The true betrayal has only just begun.