The Vane’s Legacy II did not sail through the void; it carved through it.The ship’s hull, now a deep, iridescent obsidian reinforced by the Andromeda-Seed, pulsed with a rhythmic violet light that matched Kaelen Vane’s heartbeat. They were currently three million light-years from the Neo-Tokyo Spire, drifting in the silent, star-starved gulf between the Local Group and the Sombrero Galaxy.In the center of the bridge, the "Archive-Link" hummed. It wasn't the voice of the Spire-Will anymore; it was something older, something more primal. It was the sound of a billion breathing forests, a collective consciousness that Kaelen had inherited from his grandmother."The 'Atmospheric-Tax' is intensifying," Julian Sallow said, his voice tight as he adjusted the oxygen-flow. He wasn't wearing his Ambassador’s silks today. He was back in tactical gear, his silver-mapped skin glowing with a sharp, defensive emerald. "Kaelen, the Sombrero-Sectors aren't just
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