Gradually, they navigated through the distorted space. Flying was like pushing the ship through thick sheets of fabric. Sometimes, stars blinked out entirely as if erased. Other times, they flickered back with wrong shapes.
After an agonizing hour, Angy stood from her seat.
"Here," she said suddenly. "Stop here. This is the right spot."
"You're sure?" Endric asked.
Angy nodded. She stepped closer to the viewport. "This is where Gustav fell. I can… feel it."
Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, but none doubted her. Angy's connection to Gustav had always been strong. Now, with her bloodline awakening in strange new ways, her senses were sharper, deeper—nearly prophetic.
They prepared to exit the ship.
One by one, they grabbed specially crafted suits reinforced with advanced shielding and MBO modifications. Even then, a few weren't sure these would protect them in a region where reality itself had been scarred.
Aildris stretched his limbs, gathering his energy. "Everyone ready?"
