Published at 16th of October 2026 8:12 am

Chapter 2111: Astral Sea Travel

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Genevieve arrived at the bridge of the astral vessel, and the sight immediately left her stunned.

Dozens of people worked across the enormous chamber, each stationed at different consoles responsible for navigation, communication, weapons, life support, and the ship’s various systems.

The moment she entered, everyone turned toward her. They stood and bowed respectfully.

"Lady Fortuna," they greeted.

Genevieve felt slightly awkward under thier attention. A part of her felt like she didn’t deserve the respect they gave her. She hadn’t earned it. In her mind, she still thought of herself as a Saint Laurent and not a Fortuna.

She gave them all a polite smile and a greeting. She then looked around curiously at the countless instruments and glowing displays, taking in everything with wide eyes. It was her first time in an astral vessel, and she was fascinated.

"My lady, the ship will be ready to teleport in two minutes." A blue-haired middle-aged woman approached her. "Please do take your seat."

Genevieve turned to the woman and nodded with a smile.

Moonie Morelli was the woman’s name. She was personally chosen by Valentina to be Genevieve’s handmaid.

The woman had spent many years serving the blood of Fortuna. She was also well-versed in the subtle undercurrents of the Imperium’s high society. And so, not only was she Genevieve’s personal attendant but also a teacher of sorts.

"Thank you, Moonie." It felt awkward to have a woman of such station work for her. Genevieve knew she was stronger than her and older than her.

Moonie guided Genevieve to her seat. Then took a seat beside her. She turned to the young Fortuna and asked with a gentle smile, "I assume this is your first time traveling the astral sea?"

"Yes!" Genevieve replied, equally excited and nervous.

She gestured to the three strange-looking men at the center of the bridge and said in a hushed voice, "They’re the Navigators, aren’t they? It’s my first time seeing them too."

The Navigators were dressed in black robes, thier hems dotted with galaxies and nebulae. They were tall and lanky, their limbs almost unnaturally sinewy. Even their skulls were longer than a regular human’s. Their bald, shiny heads were marked with visible blue veins.

But the most distinguishable things about them were their eyes. They had four of them. The Navigator’s Eyes, they were called. They were said to help them navigate through the turbulence of the spirit world.

Generations of bloodline evolution and selective breeding had given rise to a unique subspecies of humans whose sole purpose was to navigate the astral sea.

Navigators strictly belonged to the Navigators’ Guild.

The secrets of astral sea travel were closely guarded by the Guild, and Navigators were the only people capable of making long-distance teleportation between the material and spirit world possible.

Hence, they were among the most valuable people in the Imperium.

Without a Navigator, an astral ship could travel only limited distances through the astral sea. The vastness of the universe made ordinary travel between distant worlds impractical. A journey that a Navigator could complete in days or weeks might otherwise take lifetimes.

Mana crystals were another valuable commodity, and the Imperium’s Navigators strictly controlled their flow. At least, the mana crystals mined on human worlds were mostly monopolized for the Navigators’ use.

These mana crystals powered the systems that allowed vessels to cross the astral sea. Their purpose was singular - to expand the dominion of mankind. And in the Age of Reclamation, the Navigators made that possible.

They carried armies, supplies, settlers, and orders from one world to another. Entire military campaigns depended on them. Fleets could not reach distant battlefronts without them. Reinforcements could not arrive. New worlds could not be connected to the Imperium.

The Imperium might possess countless soldiers and fleets, but without the Navigators, much of humanity would remain isolated from one another.

As Genevieve recalled the information she had read about the mysterious Navigators, the vessel was finally ready to teleport.

"Defenses activated," one of the Navigators spoke in an emotionless tone.

"Everything set?"

"Generators activated."

"Transformers activated."

"Power source stable."

There was no cadence to their speech patterns. The next word began as soon as the previous ended. They did not speak like humans at all.

"Spirit world tunnel connected."

"Space nodes confirmed and calibrated."

"Time nodes stabilized."

One report followed another across the bridge.

Genevieve listened in fascination. She also felt trepidation grip her heart as she sank into her seat. Fully buckled and secured.

Then the vessel began to hum. Like the choir of birds. A strange ripple spread across its hull, covering the entire ship in a faint shimmering layer of magic.

This was the magic the Navigators had mastered. It shielded the vessel—and everything and everyone inside it—from the chaotic flow of time within the spirit world, allowing it to teleport vast distances without being torn apart by its temporal distortions.

"Ready for departure."

The Navigator at the helm spoke in a monotone voice.

"Open the passage."

Far away, beyond the orbit of Myrrandor’s moons, space folded on itself and suddenly tore open. A gigantic rift appeared in the black of space, leading to a world of abstract concepts and colors and mysteries and horrors.

Genevieve gripped the armrest, anxiety gripping her as she watched the multi-colored skies of the spirit world open up before her.

The vessel surged forward. In an instant, it plunged into the tear. Then the rift closed behind it, leaving nothing but the silent darkness of space.

***

Genevieve saw a tunnel of myriad colors.

The vessel flew through it as though it were a bird riding an air current across the skies. It was beautiful. It was terrifying.

The tunnel twisted and unwound around them, sometimes rising, sometimes falling, then suddenly turning left, right, or even spiraling in circles.

The Navigators’ eyes had gone distant. They had connected with the vessel, their minds on a different plane. They had become one with the ship as they navigated through the bizarre dimension of the spirit world.

Genevieve had no idea how long they had been traveling. It could have been a day. It could have been a second. Time was impossible to measure within the tunnel. Within the spirit world.

Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, the colorful tunnel vanished. The vessel emerged into the blackness of space once again.

Genevieve stared through the reinforced glass of the viewport on the far side of the bridge. Floating before her was a magnificent blue-and-green planet.

Moonie turned to look at her and said with a smile:

"Welcome to Providentia."

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