A Torpedo Ship adorned in an occult style disengaged its cloaking and glided into the Starhold anchorage in the Amaterro System, coming to a halt.
A deep purple Shield hovered around the stealth Torpedo Ship's hull, rippling with mysterious, wondrous psionic fluctuations.
A psionic Shield.
Dressed in a full spacesuit, Xi Yan stood at the edge of the Starhold platform, gazing intently at the deep purple Shield and its strange patterns.
Psionic technology-he wanted it too!
But there were no other Psionics Users in the Empire besides him, nor did they have any of the zro resources essential to psionic technology.
He could only wait a few hundred years and hope for the best.
With his arms folded, Xi Yan silently admired the ship's striking blend of mystery and religious beauty until its hatch opened and Shroudwalkers in red religious robes disembarked.
Reception officer Sunxia Xiachuan promptly approached with the reception team to welcome them.
To their surprise, before they could even speak, the Shroudwalkers already knew what they were thinking and cooperated warmly with the inspections.
There were no delays whatsoever, as though they had rehearsed this for years.
Then the reception team and the Shroudwalkers spontaneously lined up, forming a passage that stretched from Xi Yan to the Torpedo Ship.
"...Psionics brings arrogance, deceit, and oppression. When the mind is utterly pure, nothing in existence can shake it."
Accompanied by an ethereal, chantlike voice, a figure slowly appeared in the hatch and stepped down.
A vivid scarlet cloak, elaborate accessories, and a veil covering his face-Xi Yan immediately recognized him as a Shroud Mentor.
His voice betrayed no gender, sounding both male and female. It rang out on both the physical and mental planes at once, like a perfectly harmonized symphony.
Although Xi Yan could sense no psionic