Bab 115: The Heart of The Whole Existence

"You will be transferred to the command center of the battle cruiser. Please be prepared in 3, 2, 1..."

A subtle vibration courses through the air, every atom seemingly rearranging itself. Then, in the blink of an eye, I find myself ensconced in a sprawling command center. The atmosphere is charged with anticipation. Before me stretches an expansive window screen, revealing a celestial armada—millions of spaceships poised for galactic warfare, their outlines twinkling like constellations in the abyss.

Around me, 29 individuals are hunched over their holographic desks, each of them orchestrating different facets of the upcoming battle. Fingers dance over transparent interfaces, eyes flicker as they scan data streams, and there's an unspoken tension that grips the room like an electromagnetic field.

Beside me sits a woman, her presence familiar yet tantalizingly elusive. "Andrea?" I venture.