It had been two days since they left the planet Crysis.
Inside the silver hull of the Infinity Zero, silence filled the air — only the soft hum of the engines echoed through the ship.
Aamir sat near the central console, his crimson eyes reflecting the starfield outside. Beside him, Seenu sat cross-legged, polishing the handle of his katana, while Kunal leaned against the window, staring at the endless void beyond.
On the monitor, bright letters blinked softly:
Estimated Arrival: 3 Hours.
Kunal broke the silence first.
"Isn't it strange?" he said quietly, his tone thoughtful.
Aamir looked up. "What is?"
Kunal's gaze didn't move from the stars. "Space. It's full of so many things — light, darkness, creation itself — and yet it's so quiet. So… still. It feels amazing, but also terrifying."
Aamir gave a faint smile. "That's space for you. Beautiful and endless, but deadly if you're careless."
