1.Planet Sepulchre - A message from beyond p.2/2

Before you can fully grasp what the old man is saying, one word catches your attention—the name of the ship. UNASCa Stalker 5. The bosses will want to hear about this. You press the record button.

Over time, the sound artifacts become unbearable. The noise mutates, twisting into something almost tangible—a cacophony of screams, groans, howls. Yet, beneath it all, the old man's voice remains steady. Calm. Subdued. Each word landing with eerie precision.

You rip off your headphones. Turn off the recording. Nothing happens.

The machines still hum, but now it's the roar of a thousand dying stars. The sound of heavenly trumpets shatters your eardrums the moment the word Hermes is spoken.

The word Turbo—and blood gushes from your nose like a terrible fountain.

The word Lisa—and the pressure inside pulverizes the blood vessels in your eyes.

You howl. You crawl. You beg.

And still, it does not stop.

The numbers—5, 0, 0—lash at you like whips.

You are just a bystander.

Fate has bestowed upon you one of its rarest, most terrifying privileges.

You have witnessed the end of an era.