[Bonus thanks to Dignifiedabyss. I hate you, this is all I have to say]
Sylas stood on the hull of the ship, his eyes sharp. There was an oppressive air radiating around him, the sort that made the space around him feel especially heavy… far heavier than anything Nosphaleen had caused what felt like just moments ago.
"We're going to enter a region without hyper highways very soon. The scope of the region is too wide, and travel will be difficult. Do you have a more precise location?" Old Brama's voice reached Sylas.
The region Cassarae was in was one near the borders of the Milky Way Galaxy. Setting aside the fact that their home galaxy was lacking in advancements that made hyper highways commonplace, border regions like this in general tended to be less developed.
This double whammy made it so that while they could get to the general location quickly, actual travel to where Cassarae might be was limited.
However, Sylas had already thought of this long before.
