Soon, from listening to them, Jake figured out the direction of the race and the universe they were in. Without hesitation, he took off. He could feel it—he couldn't hold it back any longer. If he didn't focus on suppressing it, he would break through.
The spaceship, of course, was fast. In just a few seconds, he arrived—and what he saw shook him to his core. It looked like the apocalypse. He saw planets burning, some reduced to molten husks. Ruins and debris from what was once a solar system floated aimlessly in space. Unlike the usual dull nature of space or the beautiful, tranquil sight of stars and galaxies passing by, this place radiated pure dread. Just looking at it made one uneasy—being within it was far worse.
It brought back memories of his race's destruction. The scene was hauntingly similar.
With a heavy sigh, he kept moving quickly until he found it—a burning galaxy. Yes, the very fabric of space itself seemed to be on fire. Jake glanced at the spaceship around him.
