The enemy squadron split. Two vectors. They knew. Of course they knew. Every pirate in the sector had learned the rhythm of a Navarch’s recharge. Thirty seconds of vulnerability. Thirty seconds to close range, to overwhelm point defense, to kill the god before she could pray again.
The cooldown had ended. The storm began again.
“Brace for impact,” Darrow said.
“Incoming,” tactical whispered. “Twelve signatures. Fast movers.”
The enemy squadron split. Two vectors. They knew. Of course they knew. Every pirate in the sector had learned the rhythm of a Navarch’s recharge. Thirty seconds of vulnerability. Thirty seconds to close range, to overwhelm point defense, to kill the god before she could pray again.
The cooldown had ended. The storm began again. navarch ability cooldown 30 seconds
“Brace for impact,” Darrow said.
“Incoming,” tactical whispered. “Twelve signatures. Fast movers.” The enemy squadron split