A rift split open in the darkness of space, and a figure stepped through.
A brown-haired man clad in a dark green robe embroidered with faint silver threads emerged from the void.
It was Emery.
With a casual sweep of his arm, a storage rune flared to life. From it unfolded a sleek vessel nearly ten meters long, its hull forged from seamless dark metal that reflected almost no light. Its narrow silhouette resembled a flat-bladed sword, complete with swept wings and a streamlined profile built for speed rather than intimidation.
It was a Wraith-class ship.
Night Raven.
A recent purchase—and an indulgent one.
The ship was compact enough to slip quietly through the sectors, yet fast enough to justify every spirit stone he had spent on it. More importantly, it gave him the freedom to travel quickly between Khaos Waypoints and his destinations.
He stepped aboard.
The hatch sealed behind him with a soft hiss, and a calm mechanical voice echoed through the cabin.
