Bi Yu's decision to concede had undoubtedly saved lives, but losing four warships would surely tarnish her reputation. The two warships vanished into thin air leaving behind no traces of them ever being there.
The sea of stars stretched endlessly, a breathtaking backdrop to the aftermath of a fierce battle. Four warships, battered and broken, hovered amidst the vast expanse, their twisted hulls and scattered debris silently bearing witness to the violence that had transpired.
Among the wreckage, the Blood Hound held its position, victorious yet enigmatic. Its black hulls and skull emblem gave off an eerie vibe making one want to run in the opposite direction.
Luo Muchen sat in the captain's chair on the bridge, his gaze fixed upon the damaged warships before him, his thoughts unknown. The atmosphere in the Blood Hound was cheerful and boisterous which was a big contrast to the mood in the damaged warships.
