For Duanmu Huai, who was used to the Webway, traveling through Warp Space was slow and painful, no less so than taking a high-speed train and then transferring to an old-fashioned green train—one that hadn't even been sped up.
The only lucky thing was that he had a soft sleeper berth.
After two weeks of jolting around, the Inquisition's warship was finally spat out of Warp Space, arriving at the designated star sector.
However, the expressions of everyone on the command deck looked rather grim. The reason was simple: their Astropath had tried to establish contact with this place again and again, but all they received was silence.
Well, no matter the circumstances, an Astropath's silence was never a good thing. They were like the birds miners carried with them when they descended into the mines. The moment danger appeared, the birds would shriek in terror, warning the miners that poisonous gas had leaked underground.
The Astropaths were similar. If you could hear their mad, rambling utterances, then everything was still fine.
But if they fell silent, you had to heighten your guard.
Just like birds shrieking beneath a mine, the silence of Astropaths, who were the most sensitive to Warp Space, was a soundless warning, reminding everyone that danger was approaching.
Sten contacted the governor here, but the latter clearly didn't look well. His body was emaciated as it sank into the throne. In that state, he could have gone straight to a zombie movie set as an extra without needing makeup.
"Secretary Camille?"
Seeing his figure, Sten froze for a moment.
"Where's the governor? Where did he go?"
Faced with Inquisitor Sten's question, Camille answered weakly. She looked as haggard as a child with a forty-eight-degree fever who was still stubbornly practicing a dance routine marked RIP.
"He...he's