Five days passed quickly.
The spaceship hummed around them—a massive vessel designated The Zenith Vanguard, sleek black hull reflecting distant starlight, interior spacious enough to house fifty people comfortably. Each of the twelve students had been assigned private quarters: small rooms with beds, basic facilities, and reinforced walls that hummed with subtle ward arrays.
Kael had spent most of the journey in meditation, cross-legged on his bed, the gravitational theory book open in his lap though he'd stopped reading hours ago. The comprehension came from within, not without. Theory pointed the direction. Understanding walked the path.
He'd also most of his shadow points.
But whatever he'd bought remained shrouded in mystery.
