With the decision made, all of us just had to wait for the Dragon-Bee to reach Malevolence.
Five days later, the plane was prepared for takeoff. Every mechanical part of it was checked twice, the crew practised dozens of drills in case of various emergencies, the fuel in the main and extra tanks was examined for its purity, and all supplies and passengers were carefully packed and ready for a long journey.
With my blessing, the plane rolled down the runway, then up into the sky and far, far away to the horizon, where even my astral projection couldn't see them.
A day after that, if things went well, the Dragon-Bee would land on another continent, and all the Council's messages and advice would reach Malevolence. Then, about two weeks later—if I was lucky—I would actually get a response.
I decided to use this time to prepare plans for the move of the capital city that I had considered earlier, before the volcanic eruption.
