The ship streaked forward at three times the speed of sound, its sonic boom cloud trailing behind it like a surging ocean wave. Even the terrifying wind pressure it generated was enough to tear a Mortal's body to shreds.
But for powerful Transcendents, such turbulence was hardly an obstacle.
THUD! THUD! THUD—!
Heavy objects slammed against the Punisher's hull, creating deep thuds as the ship shuddered slightly in mid-air.
Then came the sounds of something climbing and walking on the hull. An oppressive feeling, born of the unknown, traveled clearly through the bulkhead above their heads.
Raphael's brow furrowed. He raised his right hand as white lightning from his Mental Power sparked in his eyes. His tone was urgent. "One on the port side, two on the top."
"One Pure-blood, two Mixed-bloods."
