THE PROFESSOR'S DIRTY CLAIM
“We have to go. We can’t stay here forever.”
Alara nodded, tears in her eyes. “Then let’s go home. Whatever happens next, we fought for it.”
The shimmering void began to close, swirling into a vortex of light and darkness. As they felt themselves pulled back, the last thing they saw was the shattered remnants of the alien vessel—an ominous reminder that their battle, and perhaps their universe, had forever changed.
They awoke in the command chamber, battered but alive. The station was silent—no more alarms, no more chaos.