The transport carrier hummed softly, slicing through the night air as it journeyed away from the Ayzion Mountains.
The steady thrum of its engines filled the cabin, a heavy sound that pressed against every ear like an unwelcome weight.
In the corner sat Arthur, his back straight and visor dimmed.
He barely moved, his eyes shifting slowly from one soldier to another, each face shadowed by the faint red lights overhead.
Stone's absence loomed over them like a ghost, thickening the air until it felt almost suffocating.
He leaned back in his seat, fingers brushing against the map tucked inside his coat.
Thoughts of Ravik and Caelum flickered through his mind,were they already dead? Probably. And if they weren't, they surely wished they were.
His eyes narrowed at that thought, but even it couldn't distract him from the heaviness pressing on his chest.
With a deep breath, he opened and closed his eyes before staring out at the window.
