Not because they didn't have thoughts—but because none of them made sense.
They were walking through a ghost ship.
It wasn't abandoned like it had been deserted.
It was abandoned like the people had disappeared.
Not run.
Not fled.
Just… vanished.
Xin looked at one of the smaller screens that was still running on auxiliary power. It showed a rotating log feed.
Most entries were corrupted.
Except one.
Just a timestamp.
Entry 732: Final Drift Initiated.
No name. No voice. Just that.
He turned to Wuying.
"What if we're too late?"
Wuying looked around. "Then maybe it's better this way."
They both stood still for a moment longer.
And then, together, they turned and began searching the room.
There were answers somewhere here.
Even if they had to dig for them.
But one thing was clear—
Whoever had once threatened Nexera with this ship…
Wasn't here anymore.
