Conductor
"How bright?"
The changes came one after another, their oppressive force building without a single sound effect.
A ring of rolling flames lifted Lord Stos into the air, helping him avoid the entangling ropes. Fu Qian, however, made no move to protect himself. Instead, he abruptly turned and asked Su Gao a question.
"Eleven o'clock."
The difference between them showed once again. Su Gao had also made no move to react, yet she immediately understood that Fu Qian was checking whether the brightness had changed. She even used the description Professor A Kai had corrected.
"Can you sense any changes?"
She didn't simply answer. The next moment, she immediately asked him a question in return.
"No."
Fu Qian's reply was just as crisp, so natural it was as if he'd memorized it in advance.
"Neither can I."
Su Gao sighed softly.
"...Same here."
The exchange before him was so efficient that the onlooking Old Man Stos only managed to get a word in now.
Fortunately, he could more or less follow their reasoning. What Su Demigod had confirmed with Professor Fu was whether the predicament had changed as the ship made such a commotion.
The answer didn't look promising.
It wasn't just the two of them. Stos, a Second Order himself, had apparently failed to find any opportunity in the sudden worsening of their situation.
And if their earlier deduction was correct—that the brightness represented how closely they were synchronizing with the ship's distortion—then they didn't have much room left to maneuver.
The ship was indeed angry.
"Be careful not to get tangled in those ropes. I'll keep going."
Lord Stos's decisiveness was on full display once again.
As he casually warned them, he had already decided to keep pushing the ship to its limits.
There was no turning