*vrrr…
The ship whirred subtly through the air as it pierced through the atmosphere, leaving behind the cursed world where chaos and death had nearly consumed them.
The scenery of the dark and corrupted planet grew smaller and smaller in the distance as the ship broke through the thick clouds, the fiery streaks of atmospheric entry slowly fading as they soared higher.
Then, in an instant, it was behind them.
The corrupted world, now just a marble speck beneath them, vanished into the dark as the ship finally reached space—into the sea of stars, where silence reigned and the void stretched in all directions.
Jinn sat quietly by the window, his hands still gripping the sword tightly across his lap, the very blade that had ended Malgareth… the same blade that now pulsed with a soft warmth, its white light dimmed yet still alive.
He hadn't let go of it ever since the battle ended.