The ship zoomed through space, crossing the asteroid belt we were in with insane speed, darting past the floating rocks that glowed faintly in the dim light of nearby stars.
The vibrations under my feet steadied as the stabilizers kicked in, and silence filled the cabin again, the kind that only space could offer.
Dante sat across from me, his hands clasped loosely, his eyes half-open as he looked at the stars streaming past. After a while, he spoke. "Before we reach Sukra, we can work on fixing something. Your will. It's powerful, but it's loud. You press against the world without realizing it."
I nodded. "You mean it leaks out?"
"Exactly," he said. "You have too much force behind every thought. Essence bends to it, and living beings feel crushed by it. That's why I told you no one contests you. They're terrified of you even without you meaning to."
I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms. "So how do I fix that?"
