Above all, the warning the Duke of the Star Empire had left him with weighed heavily on Zyth's mind. His senses told him that something immensely terrible was about to happen.
But before he had any time to think further, the pilot's voice cracked over the intercom.
"Commander! We have an emergency! An incoming message from the fleet… and… and the sensors—"
"Our sensors are detecting a huge gravitational pull along with spatial distortions ahead… and…" The pilot's voice cracked again as he hesitated to finish what he was about to say.
Zyth's eyes had already narrowed upon hearing about the emergency message. Now, with the mention of gravitational pull and spatial distortions ahead, his thoughts froze.
Ahead? Does that not mean…
He quickly turned and looked forward into space, where the massive fleet of almost — if not more than — five thousand ships of different classifications stood in formation.
