Today, god-emperor damn it, I almost thought my eyes were failing.

  Those three fleets on the scanning screen... those aren't warships. They look more like living blocks of iron, something crawled out of a mad engineer's nightmare. Every single one is unreasonably huge, arranged perfectly neatly, lead-grey surfaces reflecting light. When they move slowly, I have only one thought in my head— That isn't sailing; that is existing.

  Countless small drones shuttle around them, speed so fast it looks like an illusion. I saw points of light sweeping over wreckage one by one, dismantling, straightening, and rearranging the chaos. That wasn't cleaning the battlefield; it was reorganizing the void. I stared at the screen, my heart beating so fast it didn't feel like mine.

  Honestly, I feel like we are watching a ghost story. Wreckage pulled, rotated, positioned—no collisions, no explosions, not even excess energy reactions. At that moment, I understood— This isn't combat. This is some power I can't expin.

  The bridge was terrifyingly quiet. The Tech-Priest's hand stopped in mid-air, like he forgot the next prayer words. The adjutant's face was white as a corpse, the tactical officer didn't say a word. No one ordered us to do anything, because it was obvious— We couldn't do anything.

  Then I saw that code. Not fully dispyed, just a fsh, like the scanner immediately regretted it.

  XVIII-N-01

  I don't know what that represents. Maybe I shouldn't know. But in that instant, I was very sure of one thing— The master of that fleet does not belong to our time.

  That feeling was bad. Not simple fear, but a feeling where you suddenly realize "the world has always been held in someone else's hand," and you were only just allowed a glimpse. I stood there, like an idiot who stumbled into a temple.

  My hand is shaking; my writing is crooked. I have to write this down, because I know very well, if I don't, tomorrow all that will be left is a hollow bnk when I try to remember.

  Today I witnessed with my own eyes an arrangement that doesn't belong to us. Not w, not military discipline, but the kind of thing that has existed for ten thousand years and doesn't need to expin itself to anyone.

  Fuck. I don't know if I can sleep tonight.