Navarch Ability Cooldown 30 Seconds — Pro

Thirty seconds.

Darrow didn’t relay it. She could feel them. The ship was her body. Every hull plate was skin; every sensor, a nerve. But she couldn’t act. Not yet. The cooldown was not a technical limitation. It was a biological one. Push the Navarch’s gift twice in rapid succession, and the feedback would liquefy her brainstem.

The cooldown had ended. The storm began again. navarch ability cooldown 30 seconds

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.

“Brace for impact,” Darrow said.

“Navarch ability ready,” the ship’s voice announced.

Kel raised one hand. Not to block. To erase . Thirty seconds

The Navarch herself, Captain Sorya Kel, stood motionless at the center of the command deck. Her eyes were closed. Around her neck, the crimson coil of her authority—a living alloy that fused flesh to ship—pulsed faintly, recharging. She had just torn a hole in reality to swallow three cruisers. Now she bled from her nose. A fine tremor ran through her left hand.