While the Conquest of the Erebus Galaxy had commenced, Ash, Kaelthyr and Celeste… they all had been wandering in the Abyss.
Yes, wandering is the appropriate word to use because up until now they had found nothing, seen nothing aside from frozen souls… and heard nothing at all.
The frozen lake stretched endlessly in every direction, its surface a flawless mirror of pale ice that reflected the cracked obsidian sky above, the air so still and cold it seemed to press against the skin like an unyielding weight
After six hours of flying, they still hadn't come across anything, no matter how far they went. This left Kaelthyr feeling a bit grumpy—for more than a few reasons.
One must not forget that he himself was a transmigrator from Earth, from a much earlier time than Ash. Still, he was familiar with novels and similar things. By now, he was almost certain Ash was also a transmigrator—just a completely broken one.
