Nansich trailed behind Jian, skipping a little as he weaved through the dim corridors of the ruined ship. The walls pulsed faintly under the low light, and the hum of residual alien energy made the air feel strangely charged.
"These Dulishthin aliens," he started, turning to Li Wang beside him, "they're really something, huh? I mean, look at this ship. Look at the floor. This isn't normal metal—it's, like… alive."
Li Wang adjusted his cracked glasses again, frowning slightly. "Alive or not, it's still full of danger. Don't touch too much."
But Nansich wasn't really listening. His eyes caught on a large panel along the wall. It was lined with racks—some had been emptied by Xing Yu earlier, but several strange and intricate weapons remained, quietly gleaming in the low light. Unlike the weapons Xing had taken, these were stored differently—displayed almost reverently behind thin sheets of translucent plating.
"Whoa…"
