"I wonder if it's possible to embark on a journey home from the road of the dead here? Would the messengers of the Kings of the Netherworld be willing to travel far to pick up us failures and take us home?"
General Bopal sighed, closed his eyes, pulled out his cane, twisted open the hidden compartment at the top, and took out a small bottle of fine wine, removed the stopper, and drank it all.
Drinking while sailing is a serious violation, but at this point, who cares.
As the ship approached the ground, less than three hundred meters, and the collision was seconds away, a loud crash suddenly erupted from the middle of the sliding spaceship, causing the entire ship to violently shake and General Bopal to suddenly open his eyes.
