Sold to the Disfigured Billionaire
"The Cosmic Compass is projecting a safe-vector tunnel through the accretion disk, but the energy requirements to maintain our structural integrity shields are off the charts!"
"We didn't come here for a sightseeing tour, Kenji," Sebastian’s voice was a low, subsonic rumble.
He stood at the helm, his dark silk shirt rippling slightly from the ship's internal vibrations. The violet-and-gold light of the Devourer flared intensely in his left eye, reflecting the blinding halo of the black hole.
"Look at the scanner," Sebastian commanded.
Harper leaned over the tactical console. The holographic radar didn't just show the black hole; it was choked with a massive, swarming cloud of crimson dots.