The gigantic dome at the underground command center of the ruins was now filled with a low, stable hum. The Astral Star Furnace, which had previously nearly exploded in destructive red nuclear-fusion rage, had returned to calm as a peaceful supernova-blue energy sphere. That was entirely thanks to the absolute authority Sylvia had forced upon the time and reaction process of the reactor.
"Your Majesty," Stacia's voice came slightly trembling through the magical communication channel in Sylvia's ear, carrying a mixture of mental exhaustion and explosive enthusiasm. "The spatial anchoring process to transfer the entire structure of this Star Furnace will take approximately twenty minutes. We must align the coordinates of this pocket-dimension space with the hull of the main Dreadnought so that the stellar energy inside does not leak during teleportation. Please wait a moment."
