Chaos Heir

Chapter 1290: Niqols

Nothing else came after the knocks. A strange silence, only interrupted by the occasional sizzling of wires and machines, spread through the ship’s insides as the tremors dispersed.

The three Niqols didn’t dare to move, wary that another catastrophe could hit their ship. However, once multiple peaceful seconds followed one another, Musa snapped awake and looked in Nura’s direction, illuminating her with his red glow.

Nura noticed the arrival of the red radiance and glanced at the control desk, only to shake her head at Musa. The ship’s scanners were offline, as were the machines meant to convey their findings. The crew couldn’t get any idea about what had hit them.

Musa gulped but mustered the courage to straighten himself up. His butt was slightly sore after the previous predicament, but he had duties and responsibilities to abide by as the leader of that small team.

Nura and Bislan also adjusted their stances but remained in their position, following Musa with their glowing eyes. The latter slowly walked toward the bridge’s back, crossing its passage to enter the small cargo area and approach the ship’s entrance.

The two Niqols still on the bridge peeked at the passage while Musa took a deep breath and pressed on one of the few red symbols still shining on the wall. A mana barrier quickly enveloped the ship before its entrance started to open.

Everything about the situation felt surreal. Musa was actually believing that someone had knocked on the ship’s door while in space. Yet, the opening of that entrance still managed to surpass his wildest expectations.

The mana barrier was virtually invisible, granting a direct and clear line of sight with the universe’s blackness. However, the space before the ship’s entrance wasn’t empty.

The three Niqols felt it before seeing it, but their senses immediately shrank back, forcing them to rely solely on their eyes. A man hovered past the mana barrier, unaffected by the space’s deadliness, requiring no effort to be recognized.

The man had two blue, glowing eyes, long blue hair, an evident blue scar on his exposed torso, and blue tattoos on his muscular, scarred right arm. He was the Prince Khan the Niqols crew had spent months tracking down, but that meeting didn’t feel like a success at all.

Prince Khan wasn’t the only figure hovering past the mana barrier. A tall, triangular black object stood in his grasp, and the entrance hid part of it. Nura and Bislan couldn’t discern its nature from their position, but that didn’t apply to Musa.

Musa had no words to express his shock. His brain barely functioned at that point, only passively absorbing information that deepened his daze. He recognized the item in Prince Khan’s grasp. It was none other than his ship’s right wing.

Prince Khan looked past Musa, his eyes’ light illuminating the ship’s insides. He briefly focused on the two Niqols on the bridge before bringing his gaze back to Musa.

A spiderweb of cracks suddenly appeared on the torn wing, expanding from Khan’s grasp until it covered the entire item. The machine quickly shattered into a cloud of black shards that crumbled even further, leaving no trace of its existence.

Then, Prince Khan made a circle with his finger, gesturing at the ship before beckoning with the same hand. Musa didn’t immediately understand the silent message, but the mana barrier began to tremble, adding the missing piece for the Niqols’ realization.

Musa tinkered with the red symbol again, and the mana barrier expanded, allowing Prince Khan to cross it without stepping on the ship. The vessel’s metal started to scream as soon as his unfiltered aura filled its insides, but nothing broke yet.

“[You are the last ones from your team, right]?” Prince Khan asked in a perfect Niqols accent. “[Don’t worry. The others are alive and well, albeit a bit shocked].”

Musa heard Prince Khan’s words, but his mind was busy processing far different thoughts. Perhaps the previous discussion with his crewmates had played a part in that, but he couldn’t help but struggle to feel any enmity toward that powerful entity.

Despite the different skin colors and a few other shades, Prince Khan looked like a Niqols and spoke like a Niqols. He even felt like a Niqols in Musa’s senses, inevitably fueling an internal conflict that had become a common occurrence among his species.

“[I asked a question],” Prince Khan reminded, his colder tone snapping Musa out of his daze, making him nod a few times.

“[Good],” Khan sighed. “[It would have been a pain to intercept more ships].”

What was the most shocking event in Musa’s life looked like nothing more than a daily occurrence for Prince Khan. The latter had sounded beyond casual about having to physically intercept ships flying through space as if it weren’t a feat only he could accomplish.

“[I’ll get straight to the point since I don’t have any time to waste],” Prince Khan announced, diverting his gaze, “[And I fear what my hormones-raging, beautiful wife might do if I take too long to return].”

Prince Khan refocused on Musa, clearing his throat. “[Let’s not do this. I love the Niqols. I’ve only offended them because I loved Liiza more, but I really don’t want to fight you].”

Musa had only seen Prince Khan’s behavior in the video he had shared and couldn’t help but spot a significant difference. Prince Khan wasn’t acting as a politician now. He was speaking like he would address any of his close friends.

“[Can you tell Doku to stay put for a while]?” Prince Khan requested. “[Let me finish this stuff with the Nak in peace. I swear I’ll make the time to get drunk with the Niqols afterward].”

Musa was slipping into a daze again, but Prince Khan’s gaze grew colder, making him nod.

“[Oh, right],” Prince Khan exclaimed. “[Liiza’s Great-grandmother is still among the Elders, right? Tell her that the pregnancy is going well. She can expect to become a Great-great-grandmother in around three months].”

Musa had no idea how he would relay that message but didn’t mention the issue now. Those problems could only exist after he survived his current predicament, which luckily seemed to be over.

“[You should seal your hull now],” Prince Khan suggested. “[I broke one of your wings and fried the other, so I must push you toward the closest outpost].”

“[Push]?” Musa gasped, instantly regretting having spoken at all.

“[It’s just a light kick],” Prince Khan reassured. “[You’ll probably be fine. I just have to aim properly. If you don’t enter my outpost’s area of influence, you’ll be stranded in space].”

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