After attempting to use the sirens' unique "Psionic Song" and "racial talent resonance" to contact her kin on the same continent, Miss Tir, the deep-sea salted fish, fell into stunned disbelief.
Her song received no response. The Psionic Echo that had once belonged to Cassandra carried only hollow static—this meant the target still existed, but had gone too far for the Psionic Song to reach.
She raised her eyes and met Gawain's unusually grave gaze. Frowning, he asked, "How far can your 'song' reach your own kind?"
"Across an undisturbed continent and nearby seas, it can reach no matter how far away they are, unless the target has entered the depths of the endless ocean." Tir's tail tip traced circles on the floor, seemingly revealing her own nervousness. "I can sense that Cassandra still exists, but I can't hear her reply. Maybe she's already thousands, even tens of thousands of kilometers from Loren Continent's coastline... When did you lose contact with them?"
"Not long ago—not nearly enough time for them to get that far, even if they flew," Gawain said, shaking his head. "Do you have any other way of locating your kin?"
"...Then I can only use the old method—find an antenna tower and hang myself from it." Tir thought for a moment, sounding far from confident. "But Loren Continent and the surrounding regions are currently blanketed by interference. The same method can no longer contact Antavien. If Cassandra and the others drifted somewhere equally far away, I'm afraid this won't work either..."
"Try it first, regardless," Gawain decided quickly. "We have to find out where that fleet went. You have access to Cecil's central hub tower. For the next while, I need you to call Cassandra and the other navigator sirens traveling with her for as long as