A day had passed. Somewhere deep in Azurath, Viggo was speeding across the terrain on his Ghostgator when a massive shadow loomed ahead—a Destroyer-class spaceship had appeared directly in his path.

"So I couldn't shake them after all," Viggo muttered.

He didn't seem all that surprised. He'd already blasted over a dozen Ruin Order ships on the way here and had changed course more times than he could count. But this beast showing up meant their main force had finally caught up.

Sure enough, five figures shot out from the ship and instantly surrounded him. "Lord Viggo, spare us the nonsense. Hand over Felix."

Scorpia was, of course, among them. Without her leading the charge, the Ruin Order would never have gone this far just to hunt down a Nebular Realm cultivator, no matter his ties to Star Alliance.

"Felix? I've got no clue where that kid is," Viggo said casually. "Or do you think my Ghostgator looks like it's carrying passengers?"

Scorpia sneered. She wasn't buying it for a se