The crew of the Blizzard finally began to panic. If they had been confronted by multiple enemy fleets, or even a swarm of space leviathans blotting out the sky, they would not have been this terrified.
But when the unknown descended upon them without warning, it was an entirely different matter.
Captain Redhill was just as badly shaken, but he still ordered everyone to check the navigation logs again. They found nothing suspicious, leaving him at a loss. He then turned to the ship's most powerful psyker.
"There is a possibility," Jaeger Sobek said, forcing himself to sound confident. "And I don't just mean psychic phenomena. Natural astronomical events that can interfere with our perception do exist."
In truth, he had no idea. The Sobeks were merely a fallen noble family that had lost both its lands and title, and little of their arcane knowledge had survived. All he could do was consider some far-fetched possibilities. But with things as they were, he had no choice but to spout nonsense with a straight face.
After all, the sailors' mental states were already unstable. There were plenty of cases where they had dragged senior officers to the plank. As the ship's political officer, he was in far greater danger than the captain.
Fortunately, as the ship's most powerful psyker and a member of the champion team at the God of War festival, Jaeger's words carried some weight. The soldiers agreed, though they remained skeptical.
"What should we do, then?" Redhill asked.
Sobek hesitated, then gritted his teeth. "Go through it again."
He felt everyone on the bridge staring at him, but struggled to maintain his composure and replied with a straight face, "We'll make one more pass. If the same thing happens again, we'll turn back. I promise."
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