Author's Note: Unedited Chapter
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As the spacecraft continued its journey through the cosmos, the atmosphere inside was a mixture of relief and tension. The recent victory over the gargantuan hand was still fresh, yet Falco's words lingered in the air, casting a shadow over the celebration.
"I don't feel like I did much," Falco remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation.
"Estroel is just too powerful."
His statement hung in the air, puzzling the crew. Ria, always quick to probe deeper into matters, turned towards Falco as his brow furrowed in confusion.
"Estroel? Who is that?" He asked sounding perplexed.
Falco looked around realizing that they still hadn't grasped what laid beyond.
"Estroel is the second most powerful among the Ancient Executioners," he explained, his voice steady, trying to provide clarity yet aware of the enormity of the information he was disclosing.
