Meanwhile, aboard a Fourth Fleet troop transport, Fedor, leader of the Red Flame Sons, was also gradually realizing that something wasn't right.
For more than two hours, the heavy cruiser he was on, the *Endurance*, had not received any direct orders from either Reinhardt or Koller.
It was as if after they issued the order to garrison at Cyrenaica, everyone aboard the *Avenger* flagship had vanished into the Demon Void Realm.
He had urged the captain of the *Endurance*, but the six messages they sent in succession had all gone unanswered.
The bridge of the *Endurance*.
Fedor stared at the deep blue projection of the star chart, his brow furrowed. Separated from his own Battle Group, he had to rely on the Imperial Navy even for interstellar travel, which made it difficult for him to take any effective action.
But he knew he had to do something.
