Three days before our symbiotic wedding, I detected a faint, unauthorized civilian frequency pulsating inside Kael’s encrypted mental sea. It was Lira, the refugee girl I had personally approved to board, secretly siphoning my fiancé's mental protection. When a Swarm ambush locked our jump matrix into a death trap, Lira deliberately broadcasted a counterfeit overload breakdown. Without warning, Kael violently severed our link to shield her fragile nerves. The fleet's massive hyper-jump data dumped instantly into my solo mental domain. To save tens of thousands from annihilation, I chose to absorb the lethal payload, bracing to permanently burn my S-class neural cortex to ashes. As the AI blared warnings of my massive synaptic rupture, Kael rushed blindly toward Lira's cabin. Blood poured from my eyes as darkness swallowed me, leaving my survival to the cold void.