Aengus emerged ten light-years away from the World of Tiamat, the freshly cast wormhole sealing shut behind him with a faint ripple in space. His eyes scanned the vast expanse ahead, narrowing at the sight of a fleet of space warships moving in precise formation toward the direction he had come from.
Hundreds of ships, glimmering with advanced magical runes and energy cores, moved with a speed that would astound ordinary minds; at least a few thousand times the speed of light.
He observed them carefully, noting their patterns and power levels. None of the ships or their occupants seemed formidable enough to warrant concern. With the subtle manipulation of his Void Law, he passed by them like a faint speck of nothingness, completely undetectable.
