The red flame burned in the silence of the star ring, but no sound could be heard. Yun Jin's combat boots stepped over the floating wreckage, and the metal fragments were suspended in the vacuum like ice crystals. Every inch was frozen in the moment of death - there was no aftermath of the explosion, no dying cry, only blood mist, like a frozen red mist, slowly rotating in the weightlessness, like a silent funeral. The soldiers of the Ember Flame Legion lined up to follow in silence, their helmets and visors reflecting each other's pale faces, and no one spoke. No one dared to speak. The defense system of the 11th Ring is like an erased old file. Even the lingering sound of the alarm has been completely deleted. The door to the central control room slid open silently in front of Yun Jin. There was no one in the room, only the central holographic screen slowly lit up, and a faint blue halo spread across the ground like a tide. On the screen, a face appeared. Yun Jin's breathing stopped. That face was exactly like his. The curvature of the brow bone, the thin scar at the corner of the left eye, and even the subconsciously raised corner of the mouth.
