The ship under Isadora's control was now suspended in midair, lifted effortlessly by a Loose Immortal who hovered above it. His robes rippled despite the windless sky of Nox Pass, and his gaze was cold and calculating as he inspected the vessel.
"I'm certain this ship carried an Orion Cube fragment," he muttered. "Yet there isn't a single trace of the holder."
He tightened his grip. The entire ship creaked as if caught in an invisible vice. The Immortal frowned, sensing something amiss, but the crew in the ship are all sleeping peacefully with blissful smile. He eventually clicked his tongue, growing impatient.
"Some sort of Hypnosis. Waste of Time. I will just look around."
Before he could finish, a faint ripple in the air signaled that something far interesting happening, he looked at direction and saw many Loose Immortals are flying.
"Looks like others also have same Idea..." He muttered.
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