"Space pirates?" Zeras asked, his eyebrow raised as he turned to look at the ginormous spaceship, seemingly made of the darkest of ores in all of existence, while lined with splashes of crimson. At the top of the spaceship, a large flag flapped wildly with the image of a skull arranged on top of two bones crossed together in an X format.
"Hope they don't waste our time..." Zeras mused to himself. Sylvia turned her six eyes towards him, her expression filled with disbelief.
"Time? Seriously, that's what you're worried about?" Sylvia asked before turning back, preparing to move into the spaceship.
"Come, we can't afford to stay here any longer," she said, taking a step forward, only for her hands to be grabbed. She looked at Zeras in shock. This was the first time she had felt a human touch, and she had to say, the touch was very cold—colder than anything she had ever felt, sending a tingle down her spine.
