The sun was setting.
A hot wind, laced with the pungent odor of Sulfur Star Mine, gusted in their faces.
In the distance, burly, fully-armed Wolf Dog Warriors patrolled back and forth, guns in hand.
Overhead, Prison Guard Robots circled, their warnings blaring continuously.
Frost Horn took in the familiar scene with utter delight. "Female Master, we're back on Dark Star!"
Xue Xi's brow furrowed. "Sheng Tianze, what's your plan now?"
Sheng Tianze frowned, glancing at the entrance to the Space-Time Rift, from which a red mist emanated. He said simply, "Wait."
"BZZZT—BZZZT—" A Prison Guard Robot circled above, its mechanical voice broadcasting:
[Warning: Night is falling. Large numbers of Puppet Corpses will soon appear at the entrance of the Space-Time Rift. For your own safety, please leave immediately!]
Mo Lin said, "Sheng Tianze, maybe we should leave for now?"
Sheng Tianze: "I'm not leaving."
