C696 Wing Race

"Young Lord, escape now!"

In a distant sector of the Star Field, two colossal warships faced each other, motionless.

One warship was engulfed in flames, its structure utterly compromised.

A middle-aged man clad in golden armor, wielding a golden longsword, stood resolutely guarding a young man, barely twenty-five.

The youth's long purple hair and purple armor