The shadows of Rowan enveloped the entire ship made from the skulls of a hundred million Explorers, making the empty eye holes of the skulls flash red for a brief moment before everything returned to normal.
Deep inside the ship, on a bed made of skull, Rowan reappeared and he closed his eyes and lay on his back, seemingly falling asleep. These next few months would go by quickly, and he already made his plans, he only needed to wait and gather more data, he could never stop gathering information, and a slight thing could be the difference between winning and losing.
The devil is in the detail, and he had a devil to hunt, a devil considered by all to be undying.
