The Hunt for Eternity

Weeks turned into a grueling blur as Jax's crew joined forces with Zara's team, scouring the galaxy for any mention, whisper, or rumor of Eternity. They traversed barren moons, rendezvoused in hidden ports, and dug through layers of encrypted channels. It was as if Eternity didn't exist—or worse, as if it were hidden so deeply that it defied discovery. And yet, despite the dead ends and false leads, they pressed on, driven by a grim determination to understand the extent of the threat they faced.

Finally, a promising lead took them to a seedy bar on the outskirts of the galaxy. Dimly lit and reeking of cheap ale and desperation, it was the kind of place where secrets exchanged hands like currency. Zara and Jax slid into a booth across from a nervous informant, a gaunt man whose eyes flickered toward the exits as if he were already planning his escape.

Jax's voice was quiet but commanding. "What do you know about Eternity?"

The informant's hands shook as he took a shallow breath, eyes darting between Jax and Zara. "I shouldn't even be talking to you," he murmured, glancing over his shoulder. "The Architects… they're everywhere. They don't forgive."

Jax leaned forward, his blaster resting casually on the table—a subtle reminder of the consequences of withholding information. "We don't have time for games. Spill it."

The man swallowed hard, his voice barely a whisper. "Eternity… it's not just some weapon. They say it manipulates space-time itself. The Architects plan to use it to reshape the galaxy. They'll control everything. Past, present, future."

Zara's expression hardened, but there was disbelief in her eyes. "That's impossible. No technology exists that could do that."

The informant's gaze grew distant, his voice laced with fear. "That's what they said about Aurora too, didn't they? But The Architects… they're different. They've been planning this for decades."

Jax exchanged a troubled look with Zara. Eternity wasn't just a weapon—it was a force of cosmic proportions. If The Architects succeeded in activating it, they'd hold the galaxy's future in their hands. For the first time, Jax felt a chill of genuine fear, a sense that they were dealing with something far beyond any conflict they'd ever faced.

They had to find The Architects—and fast. Time was running out.