Once I was done with the Blue Sun, I hurried out, grabbing my ship and leaving for the Confederation.
There was no lingering, no drawn-out farewell, just a quick shift from one urgency to the next.
My body had recovered enough to move decisively, and my mind, though still carrying the residue of everything that had happened, had already locked onto the next task.
The air around the pagoda still carried the faint echo of power from the recent tribulation, but I didn't stay long enough to let it settle.
I stepped into the ship, sealed it, and pushed off with a sharp burst of force, leaving the structure behind as space swallowed it whole.
The region outside of Solarous was still encased in the God Slaying Formation, its presence unmistakable even from a distance.
