It hadn't even been half a minute. His subordinates hadn't even had time to come to his aid.
Duke Gairebeian stared blankly in the direction of the broadcast. With the way her mind worked right now, she could hardly imagine how the ship could have been beaten into this state and still have a functioning broadcast system.
At this point, she just wanted to confirm whether the broadcast had been real.
The duke adjusted the communications channel, but trapped in this inferno of searing heat, all she could hear was static. She gritted her teeth and switched to the occultics unit, about to try calling the Starseer aboard the Four Seasons, when she heard Yu Lian's voice.
"No need to wonder, Your Highness. Didn't I tell you? The Pilgrim and I are fated to meet."
Duke Gairebeian pressed her lips together and started toward the sound. The spear in her hand glimmered. An invisible force spilled from its head, which looked like a yellow jewel. The flames raging through the ship vanished at once, the currents of air grew calm, and the temperature began to drop. The foul, murky air inside the ship also started to clear, as though dust and smoke were being drawn in and blown away.
It was hard to say whether the weapon in her hand was a spear or a staff. But at least for now, the duchess's actions made her seem like a savior, suffused with an inexplicable divine radiance.
But even if the Grand Commander had become a true god, she still couldn't repair the warship's already mangled interior, much less bring all those soldiers back to life.
Could this ship even be salvaged? If I were the emperor, I'd order it to self-destruct on the spot.
A brazen thought flashed through Duke