Dead silence.
Absolute dead silence.
It was as if all the air in the command room had been completely sucked out.
The remaining five Nim Clan members were terrified beyond measure.
Their special skin, capable of reflecting their emotions,
was now flashing rapidly between red and black.
Like broken neon lights.
The dense clusters of antennae atop their heads thrashed violently as well.
Occasionally emitting crackling electrical sounds.
Like a few shut-ins who did nothing but sit in front of their computers all day,
only to witness someone die right before their eyes,
knowing they would likely be next.
This time, Borsalino finally gave these nearly terrified-to-death fellows his full attention.
"Please wait, Admiral Kizaru."
Just as he was about to repeat his earlier method of cleaning up with his eyes,
a familiar gentle female voice suddenly sounded through the broadcast.
Borsalino raised an eyebrow slightly, looking quite surprised.
"Oh?"
He looked around before finally turning his gaze toward the large screen on the main console.
Streams of dense data first appeared across the screen.
Then they formed the virtual outline of a woman composed of countless points of light.
A blonde Goddess dressed in ornate golden armor and a battle skirt, looking heroic and valiant.
Sylph.
Her appearance was that of the former God of the Sun and Light of Falmart World.
However, her divine soul had been used by Imu as material to create the glasses-shaped divine artifact on Borsalino's face.
"My apologies for disturbing your enjoyment."
"But I suggest that you keep these five Nim Clan members and the technicians present."
"They are all valuable talents."
Sylph's voice spread clearly through every corner via the loudspeaker.
"More importantly, didn't you say it would take at least thirty hours to take control of their ship?"
Borsalino asked doubtfully,