In the cold cosmic void far from the main battlefield, several alien ships are silently drifting.
Their designs are completely different from human vessels, with slender, twisted, and elegant lines, like black branches frozen by the stars, or like some enormous and intricate keys.
There is no obvious glow from thrusters or portholes on the surface of the hull, only some obscure purple runes flickering like breaths, flowing gently.
Inside one of the largest ships, resembling intertwined thorns, the scene is starkly different from that of human ships.
There are no neat instrument panels or bustling officers, replaced by a grand, empty, circular hall that resembles both a temple and an arena.
The floor of the hall is semi-transparent, revealing the dim universe below and the distant explosions from the Mine Star battlefield.
The air is filled with a subtle blend of metallic fragrance, incense, and the faint hint of blood.
