YM778.TV Chapter 724 Xalthar's Dilemma
Chapter 724 Xalthar\'s Dilemma
More than twenty minutes had passed since the surprise attack, and the new vice-captain\'s plan to flush out the infiltrators was proving ineffective. Over eighty kilometers of the ship\'s surrounding outer area had been completely overtaken, and the alarming part was that they hadn’t even seen how it happened. Every soldier, slave, or armed crew member sent to confront the enemy went completely dark, as if the opposing forces were walking EMPs.
This left the taken-over zones in a literal blackout, with no surveillance or intel from those areas.
What was even more alarming was that the ship had built-in redundancies to counter such scenarios, utilizing both technological and magical surveillance systems. Yet, the invaders had somehow managed to disrupt both in a single, sweeping move, leaving the crew blind to what was happening within their own vessel. It was a tactical nightmare. Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn
Xalthar who was monitoring the situation could only guess what was happening beyond their reach, and it was clear the situation was slipping out of control.
His face remained eerily calm, a mask of composure that betrayed nothing of the turmoil within. However, the circuit-like veins etched across his skin told a different story. Normally glowing a serene golden hue, they now pulsed with a disturbing blend of red and other colors, signaling emotions far more dangerous: anger, shame, worry and disgrace. These shifting shades were a warning—nothing good was coming for anyone on the ship.
But these feelings of anger and disgrace weren’t born out of fear for his life. As a sage, Xalthar possessed enough power to ensure his own survival and escape if needed.
However, his abilities fell short of being able to annihilate the attackers without risking his life in the process. What truly weighed on him was the looming report he would have to make to the upper echelons of his organization—a report detailing the loss of an entire carrier ship, along with all its valuable contents.
While his rank afforded him protection from outright execution, especially given his sage-level power, the consequences would still be severe. His painstaking efforts to rise from an ordinary member of the organization to a commanding officer of one of its prized fleet carrier groups would be wiped out in a single stroke.
His position had not been awarded for his strategic acumen or leadership over fleets but as a result of his power alone, which had reached sage level. This left the organization with little choice but to give him a high-ranking position, hoping to keep him loyal and prevent rival factions from poaching him.
Consequently, his authority over the ship was more ceremonial than functional. The true management of tactics and day-to-day operations fell to the vice captains, while Xalthar only needed to approve final decisions. Knowing his volatile temperament, his superiors had filled his command chain with slaves, their loyalty ensured through the conditioning they had undergone before being sold. These slaves had been chosen precisely because they were incapable of betraying their master—a buffer between Xalthar’s wrath and the practical needs of running a carrier fleet.
Despite having the option of defecting to another organization, the cost of doing so would be astronomical. Xalthar would have to pay an enormous penalty for leaving, a fine so immense that no other group would find it worth the risk. Once they discovered that the penalty stemmed from his catastrophic failure—losing an entire carrier group and abandoning ship while saving only himself—he would become a liability. His only real option was to remain shackled to his current organization, enduring their disdain until he could repay his losses.
The thought of it made his veins pulse with frustration. He recalled his smug, arrogant demeanor during his last conversation with the opposition, believing he had time to savor their defeat. That mistake—granting them extra time—had backfired spectacularly. They had played him, and the humiliation he would face once the news spread throughout the ranks only stoked his fury further.
Should he report the situation truthfully, including the vital information they’d gathered about this planet, or should he bury everything—vanish into obscurity, seeking refuge in some distant star system where he could live out his days in seclusion? Both paths seemed to lead to ruin, but one might offer the illusion of escape. The only question now was whether he could truly disappear or if the organization’s reach would hunt him down no matter where he fled.
The thought of fleeing to an unpopulated star system flickered in Xalthar’s mind but was quickly dismissed. Living in fear, waiting for death in isolation, would be worse than facing the aftermath of his failure within the Astral Conclave. Even as a disgraced commander, life in the Conclave was preferable. There, only those stronger than him could openly express their disdain. Anyone weaker wouldn’t dare; as a sage, he held the right to kill anyone beneath his level who dared insult him, provided he could justify his actions. At worst, he’d face a minor reprimand, a slap on the wrist so long as the person killed was just a normal civilian. He would always have a place within the Conclave, no matter how badly things unfolded here.
His brooding thoughts were abruptly cut short as new information flashed before his eyes. A grim update appeared on the display: the outer 100-kilometer perimeter had now been lost. His expression hardened. What had started as a surprise breach had rapidly turned into a full-scale invasion, and it was only getting worse.
"How far are they from reaching us?" Xalthar asked through the intercom, his voice cold and demanding.
"Approximately a hundred kilometers before they reach the control room," Quorani replied, his voice steady despite the dread creeping up on him. He had been handed a sinking ship, and while he had once believed he could turn things around with a miraculous strategy, the reality was grim. Xalthar would not care about his aspirations or the impossibility of the situation—he wanted results.
Quorani knew that if he didn’t act quickly, Xalthar would not hesitate to deal with him personally, just as he had done with the previous vice-captain moments after the attack began. Desperate to buy more time, Quorani added, "But, your excellence sage, I’ve taken precautions. Seeing how quickly they were advancing, I initiated a containment strategy. I’ve deployed a kilometer-thick fast-setting solution to seal off all paths leading to the control room and the central sectors of the ship. It’ll take them days to breach it, unless they resort to fully destroying parts of the ship—something it seems they’re avoiding."
He held his breath, hoping this would be enough to delay both the invaders—and Xalthar’s wrath.
There was no response from the other end of the intercom. Quorani\'s heart raced, almost leaping into his throat as he instinctively turned toward the balcony. Dread filled him—he half-expected to see Xalthar descending from the observation room to end his life, just as he had done to the previous vice-captain. But when he looked up, his eyes met Xalthar’s, who stared down at him with a deadly, unnerving glare.
The silence was suffocating. Then, without a word, Xalthar closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, still seated, but his brief dismissal was more ominous than if he had moved to act. Quorani’s stomach twisted with fear. The waiting, the uncertainty, was almost worse than death itself. As a wise man once said “The wait for death is scarier than death itself."
Quorani squeezed his eyes shut, his palms pressing into his face as he tried to collect himself. For a brief moment, he opened his eyes, peering through the gaps between his fingers. His gaze flickered with something different—an emotion that quickly disappeared behind the mask of fear. When he finally removed his hands from his face, the bravado had vanished, leaving only the same frightened expression he wore before. No one around him could tell what he was truly feeling.