In the brightly lit corridors, the black-robed Meeh'eks held Charles in their tight grasp and moved forward. The captain of the Narwhale wore a calm expression tainted with a hint of melancholy.0

He never expected that they would kill Salin just like that. It wasn't Salin's death that saddened him but rather the indifference the Meeh'eks showed toward their lives.0

Their survival in this place was solely dependent on the roles they were assigned and the fates they met hundreds of years ago.0

"Phew, lucky we got the script of 134. If we had gotten the role of 704, we would have probably ended up in dismembered pieces," Richard mentally muttered to himself in relief.2

The corners of Charles' lips lifted into a cold, icy smile as he asked, "Do you consider this to be some good news?"0

"What's so good about this?...0