The corridor
The Neon Void was mapped once, a long time ago, and the maps were wrong.
What lives out here does not negotiate and does not retreat. It comes in waves, and behind the waves it builds things — carriers that bloom with drones, wardens that turn their armour to face you.
You are the last pilot still flying the corridor. There is no reinforcement and no end to the waves. There is only how far you get, and what you take with you on the way down.