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The enemy was already firing. Their first salvo hung in the void, a hundred streaks of tungsten and plasma.

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

And thirty seconds later, when the silence returned, Darrow would reset the timer and wait—praying the next thirty seconds didn’t ask for more than they had to give. navarch ability cooldown 30 seconds

“Brace for impact,” Darrow said.

It is ten heartbeats too long. It is the time it takes for a missile to cross three astronomical units. It is the span in which a lucky shot can find a reactor core, in which courage curdles into panic, in which a battle turns not because of strategy, but because a god on your side is momentarily mortal. The enemy was already firing

The cooldown had ended. The storm began again.

In combat, thirty seconds is an eternity. And thirty seconds later, when the silence returned,

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.