The long-range sensors lit up with warnings as the fleet approached the Chorus Nebula. It was a massive cloud of glowing gas and sharp crystal shards that stretched across light-years.
Ancient song-weavers had poured their minds into it, turning the whole thing into a living system of sound and vibration. One wrong move and the harmonics could rip the ships apart or scatter them into broken dimensions.
The center held the Chorus Core, which demanded a Grand Resonance Performance from the imperial family before it would submit.
Elizabeth stood on the bridge, arms crossed, staring at the swirling colors on the main screen.
"Prepare the resonance skiff. We're going in." Her voice left no room for argument. Aiden nodded beside her, already feeling the faint pull of the nebula's spores through the shields.
Sabrina smirked, cracking her knuckles. The daughters—Luna, Flora, Calypso, and Nyra—formed up behind them, eager and ready.
