Momu was awakened by the sound of tearing metal.
When he opened his eyes, he found that half of his body was stuck in the crack in the cockpit. The dilapidated spaceship "Vulture" of the interstellar bandits was emitting thick smoke and was broken into two parts on an unknown, deserted planet.
"Fuck..." He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
At least three ribs were broken, and his left leg was twisted at a weird angle. The edges of your vision begin to darken—a sign of excessive blood loss.
Just when his consciousness was about to fade away, he saw the thing.
Deep in the wreckage of the spacecraft, a fist-sized blue crystal was emitting a faint light. It is embedded in the middle of twisted pipes, with a liquid-like sheen flowing on its surface.
His survival instinct made him reach out.
The moment the fingertips touched the crystal, time stopped.
No, not stillness—retrospection.
The broken bones automatically reset and the wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. A warm current poured in from the fingertips and rushed through the body along the blood vessels. At the same time, countless broken pictures rushed into my mind:
Stars are born and extinguished.
Civilizations rise and fall.
