As the soldiers with the inconspicuous cog and lightning crossed insignia on their armbands passed under the Titan’s feet, the Black Witch King pulled a dry and cracked sneer at the corners of his mouth, "Iron Hammer Mobile Engineer Brigade... Gu Hang even squeezed his own guard engineer troops into the five thousand personnel quota." The accompanying Blood Person, Zalas, emitted a laugh sharp as glass scraping, his hunched figure trembling with excitement, "What a wonderful irony! Do they think the Titan is merely a deterrent decoration? When the energy flows of the Ling Gate coordinates reach their peak, the power cores of these steel beasts will..." His claw-like fingers made a pinching motion, "...turn into a noose choking the throat of humanity." Victor’s gaze moved to the corner of the crystal sphere’s edge. In the surveillance footage outside the Shadow Corridor Archive, the scant energy signals of a few Storm Heroic Spirits were gradually being diluted by the environment, "Mensa’s game is not over, old woman." He whispered to the void, his voice as cold as the wind in Comoros’s eternal frigid nights, "The path opened with your blood will ultimately welcome back the true child of destiny." As the last Alliance transport ship completed unloading and departed from the Ling Gate, the human active area within Rose Port suddenly fell silent. Only the humming of machinery and the low murmur of void shield energy flows interwove under the lead-gray dome. Vesela watched from the shadows of the spire as the stable working lights illuminated the Alliance-controlled area, as if gazing into an abyss, while far away at the edge of the Solar System, six million light years away, within a soul core obelisk disguised as an ice crystal meteorite, a complex spiritual energy circuit like a neural network was absorbing the chill of the void, silently accumulating destructive energy for a storm that was set to tear the curtain of reality. The facade of peace was like a thin layer of ice covering an abyss. Beneath the ice, the undercurrents were slowly gathering a violent force sufficient to shatter all pacts. At the instant the Human Fleet bathed in the light of the Terra Star leaped out of the curtain, this fragile ceasefire agreement, as thin as a spider’s thread, would face a brutal trial in the collision between reality and subspace.