From his third person view, Eryndor could see Liliana holding a glowing spherical object.

    The problem was, the spherical object was connected to the wall of the room.

    Is it connected to the spaceship?

    Eryndor couldn’t help but think so. The spherical object also had a thin tendril extending out of it, connecting to Liliana’s head.

    A few seconds later, the spherical orb began glowing with greater intensity, its blue hue illuminating the entire dark room.

    Gradually, it continued increasing, until the walls of her room began lighting up as well.

    What’s going on here?

    Eryndor watched with alarm, as the glowing subsided in a few seconds. He waited a bit more, but didn’t feel the spaceship crashing or anything.

    He patiently held on for a few more minutes, but Liliana just let go of the spherical orb, which was absorbed back into the walls of her room like a liquid.

    What just happened?

    Eryndor expanded his range to the entire spaceship, but nothing unusual was found except a group of operators in the control room being more active than usual.

    He hesitated a bit, then extended his range outwards.

    There was nothing out of place.

    A few moments later, he withdrew his vision.

    There’s something definitely wrong with Liliana.

    Unexpectedly though, he never got the feeling that Liliana was trying to kill him.

    Is it because I am going off alone?

    He shook his head shortly after. He didn’t want to join back the group just to check if Liliana would try to kill him.

    He wasn’t stupid enough for that.

    Eventually, as he began feeling sleepy, his phone beeped.

    It was a text from his roommates.

    Drakarion: "It’s indeed only for the senior students but professor Melissa invited us to go along so we agreed."

    It was just like how a snail wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between a car going at two hundred kilometers per hour, and another car going at four hundred kilometers per hour.

    Liliana rejected the suggestion of the operator.

    "Sorry, but after two short checkpoint breaks due to the unusual incidents, the spaceship hasn’t been able to refuel itself at a level enough to support excess consumption without putting us in a risky situation.

    "I can’t allow this. I am sure we’ll leave this area soon. Be patient. Next topic."

    Ofc you won’t allow it, you did it yourself.

    Eryndor silently watched the meeting proceed with a rapidly beating heart.

    What does Liliana want to do? Why did she hurry up, then suddenly decided to slow down?

    Eryndor felt that the answer was somewhere between the timeframe of these two decisions of her.

    His brain furiously processed information, scanning through his memory between these two points of time.

    Wait!

    When something suddenly resurfaced in his memory, Eryndor kept his expressions under control through an almost inhuman amount of willpower.

    When the meeting ended, following the usual procedure, he talked a bit with the dispersing crowd and retreated to his room.

    He took care not to display even a hint of abnormality in his actions.

    As soon as he closed his door, Eryndor took out his phone, and scrolled through to his chats with Syndra to cross check something.

    I wasn’t wrong.

    He grabbed his head, and let himself fall back on the bed with his back to it.

    Holy fucking shit, how...and why... is the delaying of the Mage Outer Domain’s attack on the Ravencroft connected to the slowing down of the spaceship?

    Eryndor dearly hoped he was wrong.

    They were originally about to reach the Forbidden Void in around three weeks, but it would be delayed now due to Liliana slowing down the ship.

    Even if he might have heard it in the past, Eryndor didn’t remember it now, or rather, he needed a more official confirmation about the question he had in mind.

    With shaking hands, he texted Syndra.

    "According to the Ravencrofts’ calculations, when did the Mage Outer Domain originally planned to attack?"

    "In three weeks."