The Hollow Ship streaked through the void, its enormous body hidden beneath layers of Runes as it crossed the distance between worlds.
Sylas sat in meditation near the front of the vessel, his eyes closed and his expression as indifferent as ever. He hadn't said a single word since they set off.
Alex had tried several times to get some kind of reaction out of him. However, the bastard was apparently perfectly happy to leave everything in his hands. A fucking disaster.
Alex rubbed his temples and looked over the group he had managed to scrape together.
The only good news was that Sylas hadn't put any restrictions on who he could bring. That had let him recruit Nathan and a few others whose talents might come in handy once they reached the Nethum Clan.
Even Kael Darkmane had come along. Though, Alex suspected that was mostly because staying behind meant dealing with Elara Grimblade.
