Trek replied almost immediately, "Yeah, I'm sensing faint, nearly imperceptible spatial ripples originating from the Star Emperor's position."
"Not good! Look at his hands!" Velcia suddenly shouted, darting toward the Star Emperor like a bolt of lightning.
Trek's pupils contracted as his gaze landed on the slip of paper clutched in the Emperor's hand, feeling the spatial distortion coming off it. As an elite of the Annihilation Armada, his knowledge far exceeded that of ordinary nobles; he recognized the artifact instantly and realized why Velcia was moving with such desperate speed.
How did he get his hands on one of those? Trek frowned deeply, accelerating right behind her in hot pursuit.
Meanwhile, the Star Emperor had already spotted the two Armada elites hurtling toward him. His expression twisted into a scowl. Channeling the absolute dregs of his remaining mana into the ultra-teleportation talisman, he glared at the four Archdukes and the rest of the assembly.
