The nebula outside the porthole扭曲🌀 in the blaze of the ion cannon, while on Special Operations Marine Karn’s tactical armor are embedded titanium alloy shrapnel from an enemy mech💥. The energy shield on his left shoulder flickers with a dying red glow. Leaning against the battered wall of the starship corridor, he grips the Rift-Space Blackclaw short dagger at his waist—a trophy seized from the wreckage of the enemy vanguard command ship. The hollow grooves of the claw-shaped handle fit perfectly with the texture of his tactical gloves, and the dark-alloy blade glows with a cold, icy purple under the emergency lights🔮. During the raid on the enemy command room, this dagger effortlessly pierced the officer’s energy shield and severed the mech’s alloy arm armor⚔️—its performance far surpassing that of standard Federation-issue weapons, leaving Karn deeply suspicious. He didn’t notice the blue fluorescence seeping from the crevices of the handle, which trickled through the glove seams and into his skin; suddenly, an unfamiliar star map appeared before his eyes, and a faint, deep-space whisper echoed in his ears…