DEEP VOID, DARK BLOOD

Previously

…And he, Bodyguard, was now its reluctant guardian. The scars of the void were etched upon his soul, a constant reminder of the price of vigilance. But they were also a testament to his survival, a badge of honor in the silent war he was destined to fight. The hunt was over, but the vigil had just begun. He was no longer just a bodyguard. He was a bulwark. A shadow against the deeper shadows. And he would never truly be alone, for the void itself was now his constant companion. He turned away from the window, the hum of the ship’s engines a familiar lullaby, and walked towards the armory, his steps steady, his purpose clear, ready to face whatever darkness the deep void might yet hold.