Feya said no more and immediately issued her orders.
"Full engine power! Head for the outer edge of the Disordered Region, lock onto the last signal coordinates, and advance at full speed!"
"Understood! Full engine power, shields raised to maximum!"
The Falling Star's engines instantly erupted with dazzling blue light. Like an arrow loosed from a bow, the ship hurtled toward the Disordered Region and soon plunged into that mottled expanse of danger.
Half a day after the Falling Star entered the Disordered Region, several silver-white warships slowly emerged from the void along its edge. They were the pursuing fleet of Mercury's Gaze.
In the flagship's command cabin, Saman, the Serpentfolk woman, stared at the vanished signal marker on the holographic screen, her face full of surprise and confusion.
"My lord, why did the signal suddenly disappear? Did they discover our tracking and deliberately block it?" Her serpentine tail curled gently against the floor, and a trace of puzzlement flickered in her eyes. "Our Mercury's Breath tracking technique is extremely discreet and doesn't rely on energy. There should be no way for them to detect it."
Holding a glass of silvery liquid, Stoffer slowly approached the screen. His gaze swept over the colored patch marking the Disordered Region on the star map. He narrowed his eyes as though something had occurred to him, and a cold smile curled his lips.
He set down his glass and tapped the edge of the Disordered Region on the screen. "It wasn't blocked. There's only one thing that can completely cut off Mercury's Breath: interference from a massive amount of rules turbulence."
"Rules turbulence?" Saman froze, then understood. "You mean they entered the Disordered Region?"
"Exactly." Stoffer nodded, a gleam of greed flashing in his eyes. "The Crimson Lightning Company's warship may be advanced,