The chase continued.
And the distance between them and Nexera kept shrinking.
Inside the Dreadlight, Xu Qianghua did not yet know the full shape of what was approaching, but he could feel that something beyond the ship had changed.
It was not a clear warning. There was no alarm. No voice suddenly announcing danger.
It was smaller than that.
A faint pressure through the communication token hidden inside his sleeve. A slight warmth where the formation lines were linked to the Xu family fleet outside. One pulse, then another, both short and controlled.
A priority signal.
Xu Qianghua slowed.
Juren noticed immediately.
They were still walking through the inner section of the ship, with Xin and Wuying a few steps behind and Elder Han keeping close to Xu Qianghua's right side.
The blue lights along the floor guided them through another long passage, while sealed doors stood on both sides, many of them too damaged to open.
Juren looked at Xu Qianghua's sleeve.
