Chaos breaks out at the most inopportune moment, when everything seems orderly, when it is most damaging it spreads like a blanket that permeates everything.
The fleet that was returning from the farewell of the Helen and the Pandora mission was flying calmly towards Alcea, they were accompanied by many ships of the Jinsen empire and the remains of the weapons of the third planet that had had to be abandoned after the meteorite crisis.
Almost all the top brass was there, generals, admirals, and military leaders on a quiet trip, a little vacation before the storm of the enemy invasion approached.
Everything seemed like just another day in space, Aeneas went to sleep in his cabin, he had no reason to think that despair would await him when he woke up, nor did he think that in his dream he would see again that mysterious character who was behind his destiny.