Staring out the window, Kieran's eyes drank in the vastness of space.
Endless starry skies stretched in every direction, the stars scattered like flecks of silver paint across a dark, cosmic canvas.
But as the cruiser began its descent, the view shifted.
The shimmering stars gradually vanished, swallowed by a thick, deep red cloud that rolled like smoke across the horizon—mysterious and foreboding.
He turned his gaze away from the window to move towards the exit as Neon had said.
Henry quickly followed suit.
Nasha quickly broke out of her daze as she realized him moving away.
She increased her pace, reaching her hands to touch Kieran's shoulders.
She contemplated, but ultimately pushed her hands forward, tapping him on his shoulder.
Kieran turned, his gaze locking onto the figure who had touched him.
"What?" he asked with a rather cold voice.
Nasha shook for a moment, but her gaze steeled.
