And thirty seconds later, when the silence returned, Darrow would reset the timer and wait—praying the next thirty seconds didn’t ask for more than they had to give.
“Brace for impact,” Darrow said.
“Navarch ability ready,” the ship’s voice announced. navarch ability cooldown 30 seconds
In combat, thirty seconds is an eternity. And thirty seconds later, when the silence returned,
The cooldown had ended. The storm began again. And thirty seconds later
The enemy squadron split. Two vectors. They knew. Of course they knew. Every pirate in the sector had learned the rhythm of a Navarch’s recharge. Thirty seconds of vulnerability. Thirty seconds to close range, to overwhelm point defense, to kill the god before she could pray again.