Katz's boot crunched over the rusted alloy shards scattered across the wrecked starship's deck, his fingers curled tightly around this matte cobalt-blue blade🩸, the ship's emergency warning lights casting an eerie red glow over its serrated edges🔴. Three years ago, his "Vulture" scavenger crew encountered the top-secret "Void Eaters" from the Interstellar Federation's classified archives in this deep-space graveyard on the edge of the Orion Rim💀. His teammates' bio-armors were torn like thin paper under the Eaters' tentacles, even their bones dissolved into viscous organic matter, and only he, relying on his familiarity with the wreck's structure, managed to scramble into the weapon storage compartment of the abandoned frigate "Styx" to narrowly escape. Later, he found in a log chip embedded in the bulkhead that this blade was forged by the ship's tactical modification specialist from damaged bow armor, with residual anti-biological field energy sealed in its hollow holes—leftover from the ship's battle against the Eaters⚡, and the serrated edge could easily tear through the Eaters' biological force field shield🛡️. At this moment, the piercing screech of the Eaters' tentacles scraping against metal grew louder outside the hatch. Katz pressed the blade against his burning neck, feeling the cold energy spread through his veins into his limbs—he was no longer the fleeing scavenger he was three years ago; this time, it was his turn to hunt🦈.