Kavi’s knuckles white-knuckled the hilt of the "Stellar Remains Piercer", the ship's condensation liquid seeping from his finger joints winding through the hollow grooves of the handle🌌. As a federation-certified star scavenger, he dug out this dagger from the wreckage of the dead "Annihilation-7" battleship, where it was still embedded in the wreckage crystal of the battleship core, and the residual high temperature almost burned through his heat-insulating gloves⚙️. There was no record of this blade in the federal ordnance archive, only tests showed that it was forged from the battleship's void armor and could sense the energy ripples of subspace—the slight tremor of the blade at this moment is warning him of the unknown existence deep in the wreckage👾. He had just pressed the blade against the slimy weird protrusion on the bulkhead, when the hollow groove of the blade suddenly glowed with a faint blue light. The low-frequency hum from behind the bulkhead resonated eerily with the tremor of the blade, and Kavi's helmet display was instantly covered with garbled codes. A stream of consciousness that did not belong to him suddenly sounded in his ear: "The door... is about to open...". He retreated sharply, only to find that stardust-like substances began to float in the hollow holes of the handle. This knife was never a weapon, but an "invitation" from some transdimensional being🔑.