In the control room, the air seemed stagnant, with only the low humming of equipment and the rustling of data refreshing on the screen as background noise.
Outside the porthole, a green plane tightly wrapped in layers of crimson arrays floated silently in the chaos of the Chaotic Void, like an emerald entwined in a blood-stained web.
Viola quickly walked to the central control console, her fingers sliding rapidly over the screen to call up several real-time monitoring windows.
She turned around to face Clark and Jeming, the last trace of forced composure on her face had vanished, replaced by evident gravity and anxiety.
"These are the plane fluctuation data from the past seventy-two standard days." Her voice was more hurried than usual, "Spiritual intensity, energy activity, plane barrier oscillation frequency… almost all indicators are continuously rising, and the rate of increase is accelerating."
