The black sphere cracks. Green light spills out. The petrified humans in the walls blink . Their eyes open.
The hologram flickers. For the first time, it hesitates.
SENKU smirks. He pulls out a small device—a crude radio built from ship parts.
SENKU (18, wild hair soaked) grips the ship's railing, eyes burning with frustration. Beside him, CHROME shivers, holding a compass that spins wildly.
???: "So... the boy finally woke Xeno. Good. Now the real game begins."