"I guess I need to start planning that trip home you were talking about."
Arthur muttered as he moved the analogue sticks on his portable game console, his legs resting on the console table of his spaceship while the vessel zoomed through space on autopilot.
A holographic star map hovered slightly to the left of his legs, displaying the blinking target planet and the charted path to reach it while avoiding natural threats along the way, like the dormant 3-quintillion-kilogram black hole Arthur would have flown straight into if his Gravity Authority hadn't alerted him to the spacetime distortion that caused several planets to orbit 'nothing'.
[Is it because of the Progenitor Dragon?]
Celestia, seated beside him with her head resting on his shoulder, asked in response to his earlier mutter, and Arthur nodded silently.
[I see…]
