(Aboard the Black Serpents Guild Craft, En Route to the Spatial Tear)
It had been 2 hours since they left the atmosphere of Twin Fang City, when the Captain of the aircraft finally announced that they would approach the Spatial Tear in T minus 12 minutes.
Up till this point, all that Leo observed through his window was an endless stretch of black.
As most of what he saw in this journey was the silent void between planets, that was untouched by wind, sound, or sun.
The stars barely flickered in the distance, far too faint to give warmth, and the team sat within the craft rather peacefully, each seemingly lost in their own thoughts as the fighter craft cut across the cosmos at unbelievable speeds.
Then, the distortion appeared.
At first it was a speck— just a faint glint in the dark, like a far away light being emitted from a lighthouse.
But as they neared, the anomaly grew in scale, and its unnatural nature became impossible to ignore.
