Fighting an army of invisible, time-rewinding robots was proving to be a real headache. The crew of the "Odyssey" was now in a desperate, chaotic fight for their lives. Energy blasts were coming from all directions, seemingly out of nowhere, tearing chunks out of their ship's hull. It was like fighting a swarm of very angry, very well-armed ghosts.
Ryan knew they couldn't win a fight like this. They were just reacting, dodging, and getting slowly picked apart. To end this, he had to go to the source of the problem. He had to face Lord Malakor himself.
"Emma, you have the conn," he said, his voice calm and steady. "Keep them alive. I'm going to have a little chat with our new friend."
Before anyone could argue, Ryan closed his eyes and left his physical body behind. He projected his consciousness, his soul, out into the void, a being of pure, golden-green, creative light. He flew through the chaos of the battle and stopped in front of Malakor's long, black, shadowy ship.
