"Maximum thrust!" I ordered, gripping the command chair as The Star-Serpent lurched forward. "Every second counts."
The ship responded instantly, engines screaming as we tore through the void toward Xylos. Kha'lira's homeworld had never been our intended destination, but the Seeder scientist's dying warning had changed everything. The Prime Warden. Whatever it was, we couldn't let the Hegemony corrupt it.
Kha'lira's silver fingers danced across the navigation controls, her normally composed features tight with fear. "Calculating fastest approach vectors. Estimated arrival in eight hours."
"That's not fast enough," she added softly, almost to herself.
I moved to stand beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We'll make it."
"You don't understand, Princess." Kha'lira's voice trembled. "Xylos is a world of deep psychic connections. Our entire civilization is built on mental harmony. If the Kryll have already begun a psychic siege..."
