Kolin’s knuckles whitened as he clutched the dagger he’d salvaged from the Stellar Abyss🔪, while cosmic rays bombarded the rusted hull of his scavenger ship outside the cabin🌌. As a Level 3 agent of the Deep Space Scavenger Alliance, he’d never encountered such a bizarre weapon—miniature void crystals were embedded in the crossed ridges of the hilt, glowing with a cold, blue light under the ship’s emergency lamps🔵. Three days ago, the moment his partner Lena touched the dagger, her pupils shrank to pinpricks, and she screamed delirious gibberish mixed with void dialects. She broke through the cabin’s blast-proof glass despite Kolin’s attempts to stop her, leaping into the frigid depths of space where temperatures plummeted to minus 270 degrees Celsius🌌. Kolin had intended to toss this ominous weapon into a void rift, yet every time the ship approached unmapped void turbulence zones, the dagger’s ridges would vibrate at a high frequency, accurately warning of three space collapses that could have destroyed the vessel🌀. Now, the scavenger ship’s alarm suddenly shattered the cabin’s silence. Red blips on the radar screen were approaching at speeds defying physical limits—these were clusters of alien predators drawn by the void whispers. The dagger’s temperature rose sharply, and the void crystals in its ridges began to emit a dazzling blue glow, as if already linked to Kolin’s nerve endings, driving his fingers to tighten around this weapon from an annihilated civilization, preparing for a bloody resonance with the void🩸. What Kolin didn’t know was that Lena’s consciousness hadn’t dissipated; her soul was clinging to the dagger’s ridges, waiting for the next host capable of bearing the will of the void...