Chapter 200 - CHAPTER 200: THE FORGOTTEN SCRIPT

Orion walked down the quiet corridor toward his private quarters. The heavy boots of resting crew members echoed faintly against the metal floor, but he kept his pace steady and unhurried. The dark blindfold stayed tied securely over his eyes. His spiritual sense traced the ship's layout without effort, following the steady hum of the engines, the quiet breathing of soldiers in the lower bays, and the slow rotation of the outer defensive lines. The fleet was holding position. The enemy was still hours out. He had just shared centuries of focused insight with Wukong inside a stretched moment, and his mind felt clear. The heavy pressure of the Rule rested in his core like a quiet stone. He did not feel tired. He felt settled.