The void in space between the stars was not empty as you world think.
Owen learned this within the first hour of leaving his planet's atmosphere. Gorvax's ship—a sleek, dark vessel that hummed with mechanical sounds—glided in warp speed along a current that wasn't visible but was absolutely tangible. A space highway of Stabilized lanes that connected worlds like threads.
"How are you navigating?" Owen asked.
"I'm not. The ship is." Gorvax stood at the helm, his robed form motionless. "Artificial Cosmic energy waypoints flow along these routes. They were built by the Architects eons ago. Even the Tribunal uses them."
Owen extended his senses, His CE core pulsed at 250 units now, a result of weeks of RCT. He could feel the current beneath the ship, faint but steady.
He closed his eyes as the current pushed against his awareness. Not hostile but indifferent to his probing.
