The Vitarian Sanctuary vessel was one of the smaller spaceships operated by the Vitarian Hegemony. All of its engines, fuel storage, living quarters, and other necessary compartments were fitted into a ship barely the size of what the destroyer ships coursing through the waters of the planet below.
In terms of space vessels, it was no bigger than an Antraxan fart.
"Fuck, they are coming," Castor cursed, clenching his teeth as he checked up all the straps that held him stuck on the chair. "Get ready!"
Auditor's ship wasn't anywhere near the sanctuary. And yet, the small ship already started to creak as its structure wasn't designed to withstand the massive changes of gravity preceding the approach of a true monster of space travel.
All holoscreens and other mana and electrical applicancies within the sanctuary turned blank when the ship's artificial management system redirected all its power into the integrity support program.
