Navarch Ability Cooldown 30 Seconds Here

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.

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.

The enemy was already firing. Their first salvo hung in the void, a hundred streaks of tungsten and plasma. navarch ability cooldown 30 seconds

On the bridge of the Oblivion’s Wake , First Officer Darrow watched the timer on his neural display bleed downward.

Kel’s jaw tightened. He saw her fingers twitch. She wanted to act. The ability was there , simmering just beneath her skin, crackling along the alloy. But the cooldown was a wall. A promise written in her own neural architecture: You are powerful, but you are not infinite. And thirty seconds later, when the silence returned,

The enemy squadron split. Two vectors. They knew. Of course they knew. Every pirate in the sector had learned the rhythm of a Navarch’s recharge. Thirty seconds of vulnerability. Thirty seconds to close range, to overwhelm point defense, to kill the god before she could pray again.

In combat, thirty seconds is an eternity. The ship was her body

“Brace for impact,” Darrow said.