Far beyond the newly settled forest planet where the second prince's vessel had landed, in the vast emptiness of deep space, the quiet darkness suddenly split apart.
With a shimmering ripple, dozens of silver-gray ships warped into view in perfect formation—sleek Farian warcraft of the highest class. Each vessel glinted with polished alloys, their engines glowing faintly blue in the shadows of the stars. They arrived with eerie silence, save for the subtle hum of engine vibrations and the faint crackle of distortion dissipating into vacuum.
At the center of this battalion, the smallest and fastest cruiser floated with imperial grace. Its slim, curved body was adorned with a single long crimson stripe along the hull—the personal insignia of the First Prince of Faris.
