Aboard the Nova Sanctum – Two Months Later
(Subjective Time Passed: Two Years)
Lucian sat quietly in the Sanctum Nova's command center, leaning back on the curved obsidian chair that seemed to mold around his posture. The lighting was low, with soft blue pulses running along the walls like a living heartbeat. In front of him, a translucent hexagonal interface shimmered with streams of data.
A voice echoed through the air—calm, masculine, confident.
"False signal dropped, Commander. No traces left. They're watching. Just as you planned."
Lucian nodded once, slow and silent.
"Good work, Frank."
"Appreciated. Shall I prep the next distraction?"
"Not yet," Lucian muttered as he stood up, brushing his fingers along the console. "Let them stew for now."
He turned, the curved glass doors sliding open without a sound as he stepped out into the central corridor of the ship.
