Chapter 85
The Naught's ship was unlike any vessel Kiro had ever seen.
It pulsed. It whispered.
It bled starlight.
Engines sculpted from compressed dreams groaned as they bent space, folding Kiro through layers of dead galaxies. The stars outside weren't stars—they were scars. Trails left by ancient wars and shattered gods.
The Naught remained silent, watching Kiro from the shadows of the bridge. But as they neared Vevadexus, the ancient being finally spoke.
"You won't be alone, boy. The trials have begun. And they've chosen Vevadexus as their battleground."
Kiro narrowed his eyes. "The heirs?"
The Naught nodded slowly.
"All thirteen. Armed. Angry. Blessed and cursed with power old as empire. Your enemies aren't just the Voidlings anymore. They are your kin in fire."