The carrier's engines thrummed like a loudly, above the Azyion Mountain Range.
Outside, the dark ridges of the Ayzion Mountains loomed, their jagged silhouettes dancing beneath drifting clouds.
The moon hung pale in the sky, its light flickering in and out of view as the thick clouds rolled in the night sky.
Inside the transport carrier was deep silence. Everyone just sat there keeping to their own thoughts.
The squad sat strapped into their seats, their face's drawn tight, eyes sunken with fatigue. Their armor bore dents and blood from the tomb, their shoulders sagged.
There was no laughter in the carrier, no one spoke, just silence.
Ethan who is usually the loudest among them, sat hunched forward.
His eyes were empty, his lips pressed into a thin line as if words were trapped within him.
From time to time, his chest would rise as if he wanted to speak but he swallowed whatever he was going to say back.
