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Castor's return to the sanctuary was a whole different experience from how he moved out of it.

Instead of using the same, last-century technology of beaming, he was transported by auditor's personal taxi to the hangar where only the blockers stopped his jaws from dislocating and dropping to the floor.

The hangar was the size of a small moon, filled to the brim with ships of all sizes. Yet, as if it wasn't enough, the hangar itself turned out to be a separate construction docked to the capital ship.

"Follow me," one of the two elites that gave him a ride said before moving into a corridor that should belong to a mansion rather than a fleet's warship.

Then, Castor ended up taking several lifts, both vertical and horizontal, before ending up in a claustrophobically small capsule, roughly half the size of his sanctuary.