"Capture complete. Target secured alive."
"Capture complete. Target secured alive."
"Capture complete. Target deceased."
In the Verlon Winter Stellar System, one Sector Guardian after another, clad in pure white robes, reported in succession. Their robes reflected dazzling light.
These white-robed figures—
—were all ancient Sector Guardians who had slumbered in hidden corners throughout the Yarlowe Sector.
No one knew where they slept, nor how many ages they had existed—silent shadows, willing to retreat behind the scenes.
What are Sector Guardians?
They are those who, at any cost, defend the territory of Yarlowe for the Human Race.
Seeking neither fame nor reward, they are nearly invisible. Yet whenever the Yarlowe Sector faces grave crisis, these silent white-robed Sector Guardians emerge to defend this land—sometimes descending like shooting stars, sometimes orchestrating a flawless rescue...
At this thought.
The Yarlowe Star-King, bathed in blood and silver light, approached the white-robed figures: "Thanks to your timely arrival, the consequences would have been unimaginable otherwise."
Facing the Sector Guardians, who deserved respect, he offered his highest salute: "Since all twelve Light Clan members have been captured, I ask the Guardians to wait with me for the arrival of the Ancient King."
Yarlowe Star-King.
The white-robed figures responded in unison, "This is our duty."
Hearing this, the Yarlowe Star-King smiled, lifting the unconscious, crimson Light clansman: "They trespassed into Human Territory. By the laws of all races, they should be handled by our Human Race."
Even the Light Clan—
—cannot interfere." The Yarlowe Star-King smiled at the white-robed figures, then frowned at the desolate surroundings.
The surrounding cosmic space was in utter chaos.
Residual turbulence clashed, faintly contending with the Flame-Smoke Goldstream.
Strictly speaking, this capture operation took place within the Flame-Smoke Goldstream itself... The cosmic catastrophe triggered by the Light Clan was sweeping in all directions, its searing waves scorching cosmic dust until matter itself was reduced to molecules.
Capturing the invading Light Clan was listed as the top priority.
Meanwhile, resolving this cosmic catastrophe and halting the rampant spread of the Flame-Smoke Goldstream was now the primary task of the white-robed Sector Guardians.
"Everyone, please begin."
The Yarlowe Star-King, well-versed in the process of containing cosmic disasters, bowed slightly as he spoke.
He followed closely behind.
The many white-robed figures stood together, their voices rising in a vast, chant-like resonance that seemed to soothe the raging Flame-Smoke Goldstream.
However—
Regrettably—
The Flame-Smoke Goldstream was extraordinarily vast, one of the most destructive cosmic catastrophes known. Its immense scope and devastating impact made even the white-robed Sector Guardians frown.
Even the Yarlowe Star-King sighed softly: "It seems we’ll have to trouble everyone for quite some effort."
Normally, a Flame-Smoke Goldstream could be quelled by the vast resonance of their chant, triggering a chain collapse effect. But this time, the disaster was different—an aberration deliberately induced by the Light Clan.
Simply put—
To resolve this catastrophe, external assistance was needed, such as a Sub-Space Cutter.
"That's right."
"Fortunately, we brought the necessary equipment with us."
The white-robed figures consulted briefly among themselves, then produced an array of technological devices. Their crystalline shapes were so varied and wondrous that it was hard to take them all in at once.
There were golden filaments capable of tearing sub-space.
And large-scale spatial stabilizing coolants for lowering temperatures.
"No wonder you’re Sector Guardians," the Yarlowe Star-King exclaimed in admiration. "You truly have every kind of emergency tech imaginable at your disposal."