The ship floated through the endless void, surrounded by the eerie silence of space. A deep sense of unease had settled over the cockpit as Soltz, the old grand magus, crossed his arms and scowled at Emery.
"It's been three days! Just tell me the truth… Are we lost?" Soltz demanded, his voice laced with irritation.
Emery remained composed, his eyes fixed on the holographic projection before him. "No, we are not... Just give me a bit more time."
Each hour that passed only increased Soltz's frustration. The two of them had been flying across the Tartarus system, a region with unpredictable void currents and gravity anomalies. Navigating it was akin to feeling their way through pitch darkness.
