The Ark cut through the blackness of space like a blade, its engines humming as it sped toward the Pleadian Council's homeworld. Ethan stood on the bridge, staring out into the void, his mind churning with everything they had uncovered. The destruction of the Hyperjump Gateway had bought them time, but it also left them with more questions than answers.
The Hollow were dangerous enough on their own, but the fact that they were tied to the Shadow Council meant this war was bigger than anyone had anticipated. And as Tazra had warned, trusting the Council might be just as dangerous as fighting the Hollow.
Prella stood beside him, her eyes scanning the incoming data from the navigation console. "We'll be in orbit around the Pleadian homeworld in less than an hour. Everything's running smoothly."
