The Third Prince scowled as he turned to observe the receding light hauling away the Divine Palace of Erohim. Considering the Speed of Astrolabe, it was amazing that he was able to track its movements at all. In a few moments, he would not be able to follow it, for the speed alone was so bizarre it had already crossed ten percent of the Empire Space.
He considered going after the Palace, and retrieving its contents, but his main prize was still below and he muttered a curse, most of which was directed at Boreas for his delays in arriving and towards Rowan's damned bloodline that brings new surprises to him every time.
Although he considered that this light should not be a bloodline power but a powerful Treasure. The luck of this boy was phenomenal, and it was annoying nonetheless to be at the receiving end of it, he had survived many impossible situations, by using his wit and a healthy dose of luck.