The Ark streaked through space, leaving the icy desolation of Kraydon IV behind. Inside the ship's command room, Ethan stood silently at the helm, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the starry void outside. Zynthar had escaped, leaving them with more questions than answers, and though they'd shut down the machine, there was no telling what else the rogue Vex Knight had in store for them.
The quiet hum of the Ark's engines was soon broken by the sound of the door sliding open behind him. Prella entered, her pale silver hair catching the light as she approached Ethan's side. Her presence always brought him a sense of calm, though even her steady demeanor couldn't dispel the tension that had settled over the ship.
"You're still thinking about Zynthar," Prella said softly, her glowing pale blue eyes searching his face.
