Flying through space was a medium-sized oval spaceship. It had a clear front allowing one to look at everything outside. It was a vehicle designed to fit around fifteen or so people, one of the many aircraft onboard the Cursed spaceship.
Currently inside were all the members that were preparing to head back to earth and arrive at their new destination. On top of this, Sam had come along for now but would be returning after dropping the others off. A small brief was being given by him to everyone, and at the same time, they were making their final preparations.
Peter had formed his soul weapon in his hand, and Sil stood opposite him with his eyes closed and his body slightly shaking.
"What the hell are you scared of?" Peter asked. "The mask doesn't hurt."
"I know, but you're going to shove it onto my face. Anyone would feel uncomfortable about that. Why can't I just copy your ability?" Sil asked.
