My Infinite System.-Chapter 256: “Brace for impact!”

The low hum of the Nova Sanctum’s engines was the only sound on the bridge. They were cruising through the void, the aftermath of the battle with the Hunter leaving a heavy silence in its wake.

Lucian stood at the viewport, his arms crossed. The image of Lucy being ripped away was burned onto the back of his eyelids. But beneath the anger and the drive, a quieter, colder feeling had taken root. A prickle on the back of his neck. A sense of being studied.

"We’re being watched," he said, his voice cutting through the quiet. He didn’t turn from the stars.

"Scanners are clear," Reia replied from her station, not looking up from a data-stream of the Hunter’s residual energy signature. "No ships, no energy trails, no mass shadows. Nothing."

"Not with technology," Lucian said. "It’s a feeling. Has been ever since we left."

Across the bridge, Marc let out a slow breath. The new, layered power that Lucian had forced into him still hummed in his veins, a strange but comfortable fit. He focused inward, and the change began.

It wasn’t a struggle. It was as simple as deciding to breathe. The vibrant green energy that was his birthright and the calm, pale Aethel power woven through it simply... settled. The air around him, which had been subtly bending, smoothed out. The faint, glowing lines that had appeared on his skin during the fight receded, fading until they were invisible. The profound sense of presence vanished, leaving just... Marc. He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers. It was that easy.

His Aethel form, when he had briefly worn it, had been less about dramatic physical change and more about an aura of absolute authority. His eyes had taken on that same pale, heat-haze light, and the sigils on his skin had glowed with a soft, silver-green fire. The air around him became thick, reality itself seeming to pause and listen. It was the presence of a natural law given consciousness.

"Well, that’s not terrifying at all," Silas muttered, having watched the effortless transformation. "You just... turn it off?"

Marc shrugged. "Seems that way." He glanced at his black clothes. "Might need a new suit, though. This one’s feeling a little tight."

Before anyone could reply, the ship’s proximity alarms blared to life, shattering the moment.

Reia’s head snapped up. "Multiple contacts! Bearing zero-two-zero, ecliptic! They just... appeared!"

The starfield outside the viewport shimmered. Then, space itself seemed to fracture, disgorging a fleet of warships. They were a mix of designs—sleek, crystalline vessels that gleamed with harsh, ordered light, and jagged, organic-looking beasts that seemed carved from asteroid rock and fury. Diva and Ashura. Dozens of them. They moved with a chilling synchronicity, surrounding the Nova Sanctum in a perfect, inescapable sphere.

A communication request flashed on the main screen, its origin tag clear: Unified Galactic Fleet, Sector Command.

Vyn let out a long, weary sigh from her post. "And that is why I preferred the Star-Jumper. Its sensor-dampening field would have had us halfway to the next sector before they even finished their jump calculations."

"A little late for that," Evelyn said, her hands hovering over the tactical console. "They’ve got us boxed in. Weapons are hot and targeting locks are solid."

Lucian finally turned from the viewport, his expression grim. "On screen."

The main viewer flickered to life. The face that appeared was severe, its features sharp and angular, skin like polished marble. A Diva commander. Its eyes, pools of solid white light, held no emotion.

"Unidentified vessel, you are in violation of Galactic Edict 7-Alpha. You are harboring classified existential threats. Power down your engines and shields. Prepare to be boarded and your cargo surrendered."

"Cargo?" Marc’s voice was dangerously quiet.

"We have no ’cargo’," Lucian replied, his tone flat.

"Do not dissemble," the commander’s voice was like grinding crystals. "We are tracking two Aethel signatures from your recent engagement. You will surrender the beings known as Lucian and Marc Black. Compliance is mandatory. Resistance will be met with absolute force."

"They’re not here to talk, Lucian," Reia said, her fingers flying across her console. "I’m analyzing their formation. It’s a textbook capture-and-contain net. The Ashura ships are the anvil, the Diva are the hammer. They’re not giving us a way out."

"They didn’t bring enough ships," Lucian said, his eyes hardening as he looked at the fleet displayed on the screen. He made a decision. "Reia, plot a collision course for the largest Diva command ship. Evelyn, channel all non-essential power to the forward shields. Silas, get ready to do that stupid, lucky thing you do with the engines on my mark."

Silas grinned, a wild light in his eyes. "My favorite kind of thing!"

"What is the plan?" Kaelis asked, his molten gold eyes fixed on the viewport.

"We’re going to say hello," Lucian said. He looked at Marc. "Feel like stretching your legs?"

A slow, matching smile spread across Marc’s face. It was the first time Lucian had seen him look genuinely eager. "Thought you’d never ask."

"This is your final warning," the Diva commander intoned. "Power down or be—"

Lucian cut the transmission. "Now."

The Nova Sanctum’s engines roared, and the ship lunged forward, straight towards the heart of the Diva formation.

Alarms shrieked across the enemy fleet. The precise formation rippled in surprise. They had expected surrender or a desperate breakout attempt. They had not expected a head-on charge.

"Brace for impact!" Reia yelled.

The Nova Sanctum slammed into the forward shields of the massive Diva command ship. The sound was a deafening groan of straining metal and shattering energy fields. The forward viewport cracked, and the entire ship shuddered violently.

On the bridge of the command ship, chaos erupted. The Diva commander stared in disbelief at the viewscreen, which showed the smaller vessel embedded in their shields like a barb.

And then, two figures emerged from the crippled Nova Sanctum.

They stepped out into the vacuum, standing on the ship’s hull as if it were solid ground. Lucian, clad in his black Void-Weave suit, the shadow-flow coat whipping around him in a non-existent wind, his infinity-forged weapon a sleek katana in his hand.

Beside him, Marc changed. It was instantaneous. One second he was there in his simple clothes, the next, he was wreathed in the storm. The pale, calm light of the Aethel and the vibrant green of his own power erupted around him, his eyes shifting to that terrifying, authoritative haze. The space around him warped, a visible distortion that made the starlight bend.

The Diva commander stared, its analytical mind struggling to process the raw, defiant power on display. This was not in the tactical projections.

Lucian raised his sword. Marc lifted a hand.

And then, they moved.

It wasn’t a battle. It was a statement.

Lucian became a blur of black motion, his sword shearing through Diva shield emitters and weapon batteries with contemptuous ease. He moved through their precise, ordered defenses like a ghost, dismantling their technology piece by piece.

Marc was simpler, more direct. He didn’t run. He walked. And where he walked, the Diva ships simply... stopped working. He pointed at a fighter squadron moving to intercept, and their engines died, their power systems going dark, leaving them as floating tombs. He looked at a weapons battery targeting Lucian, and the entire turret compressed into a silent, neat cube of scrap metal.

On the Nova Sanctum’s bridge, the crew watched, stunned.

"Well," Silas breathed, his hands frozen over the engineering controls. "That’s one way to do it."

Vyn watched Marc with an unreadable expression, a mixture of awe and deep concern. "He is rewriting local physics. As easily as I would rewrite a line of code."

The Ashura ships, seeing the systematic dismantling of their ordered allies, finally surged forward, howling with chaotic glee. This was a fight they understood.

Kaelis’s voice rumbled through the comms. "I believe the anvil requires some attention." A moment later, the massive dragon launched himself from the Sanctum’s hangar, a golden comet of scales and fury. He met the first Ashura cruiser head-on, his claws tearing through its rocky hull as if it were paper, his breath weapon carving a glowing canyon through its core.

The void became a storm of light and destruction. The flawless, coordinated ambush had shattered into a thousand individual brawls.

Back on the Diva command ship’s hull, Lucian landed next to Marc, who was calmly dispersing the energy of an incoming plasma volley with a flick of his wrist.

"They’re not pulling back," Lucian said.

"They’re scared," Marc replied, his voice layered with that eerie dual-tone. "They thought we were a problem to be solved. Now they’re learning we’re a force of nature."

As if on cue, the remaining Diva and Ashura ships began to retreat, warping out in flashes of light and twisted space. They left behind a field of wreckage and one heavily damaged command ship, its bridge exposed to the void, its commander staring out at the two brothers who had single-handedly broken its will.

Lucian and Marc stood amid the silence they had created, the only sound the faint crackle of dying systems and the distant roar of Kaelis chasing down the last fleeing Ashura raider.