Rusting life support pipes hiss cold fog in the underground bunker of ruined Alpha-17 🌫️. Lynn, a former prosthetic mechanic of Interstellar Alliance special forces, brushes his fingertips over the gradient blade, catching fine dust from the 3D printing layers. Three years ago, only Lynn escaped from the excavation of an unknown ancient ruin on the edge of the Red Tide galaxy with this never-uploaded blueprint. Biochemical modified bounty hunters from the Federation have chased him across three star sectors, all convinced the blueprint hides the coordinate of the ruin's core star core. None of them know the coordinate is carved in the wing lines of this very dagger 🔑. The texture of the claw grip still retains fine burrs from prototype printing, which perfectly matches the feather texture of the giant eagle embedded in the crystal of the ruin's main chamber. Lynn extracted the whole design from this fallen feather fragment back then. Those hunters never guess that this dagger itself is the key to the ruin's defense system — only when it is placed in the palm of the giant eagle statue can the core be activated, and only when the blade is quenched by cold fusion plasma flame will the complete star map emerge from the gradient layer 🗺️. The dull thud of a bounty hunter's modified boot heel against steel plate has sounded at the bunker entrance. Lynn tucks the dagger into his prosthetic belt, his fingertips pressing the isotope detonator switch under the table. The pink-blue lines on the blade glow faintly cold under the dim emergency light. No one knows whether this dagger is the key to treasure or a curse that awakens the sleeping ancient civilization. No one notices that the remnant soul of the giant eagle has long dwelled in the blade along the printing layer, locking on the nape of the visitor's neck along with the bloody smell in the air 🦅.