The shadows left in Ashkaroth's wake seemed to cling to the Eternal Voyager like a cold, sentient fog. The revelation of the Ender of Worlds hung heavily over the crew, more so than the champions they had previously feared. The ancient being had stirred, and now they were on a race against time to find the one thing that could stop it—the Echo of Eternity.
The Realm Lord remained at the helm, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, exerting a bit too much of his strength thay it made the wheel creek, his mind racing not pay much attention to it. The silence that had fallen over the crew wasn't just the quiet of fear. It was the silence of understanding that their mission had escalated into something far beyond what any of them had imagined, the gravitas of the whole situation from what they initially thought as hard turned into hell mode.
