100 — Navarch Ability Cooldown 17.6 Seconds Degree

The ability—his ability, the one grafted into his neural matrix a decade ago—was the Navarch’s greatest weapon and most brutal curse. For a single, perfect second, he could see everything . The trajectory of every missile, the structural weakness of every hull, the exact pressure point on a command deck that would make an enemy admiral flinch. He could command reality itself within a two-hundred-kilometer sphere.

“Set a course for the rendezvous point,” he said. “And someone get me a stimulant. I need to stay awake for the debrief.” navarch ability cooldown 17.6 seconds degree 100

“Navarch, the lead dreadnought is charging its lance!” Lieutenant Haris shouted, his voice cracking. “We don’t have time—” The ability—his ability, the one grafted into his

The static began to clear. The lullaby fractured into silence. He saw the inside of his own eyelids again—a blessing. The needles withdrew, one by one, each extraction a small mercy. I need to stay awake for the debrief

Haris stared at him, then at the viewscreen. “The… the enemy flagship is destroyed, sir. We lost secondary power, but the debris screen held. How did you—sir, you couldn’t have known about that debris field. It wasn’t on any sensor sweep.”

Kaelen gasped. Air flooded his lungs like cold water. His vision returned in jagged shards—first the blinking red of a damage alert, then Haris’s terrified face, then the main viewscreen.