Dalgor stood before the control panel, his hands trembling.
The black walls around him pulsed with veins of violet light. The binary display before him glowed brightly, rendering a map of the Wailing Forest in a resolution he had never imagined possible. The blackened trees were depicted as grey dots, the mist as opaque white zones, and in the heart of it all, Castle Zero shone as a pulsating violet icon.
He had been standing there for ten minutes, not yet daring to touch a single thing.
"This..." Dalgor swallowed hard. "This all comes from your warship?"
Dola stood beside him, her right hand on her hip, her left pointing toward the screen. Her glowing blue eyes reflected the light from the panel.
"Yes. Once."
"Once when?"
"In an age whose name you wouldn't even recognize."
