James and his squad boarded the flying vessel in grim silence. The boat-like craft hummed low as it tore across the forest canopy, its speed carrying them swiftly toward the place where their lord had last been seen. The night air whipped past them, heavy with tension, none daring to voice the fear that gnawed at their hearts.
As the vessel cut through the darkness, the first thing they noticed was another vessel parked below, half-hidden among the trees. James leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "That's Lady Racheal's," he muttered. But there was no sign of her. Just the empty craft, abandoned in the stillness.
"Stay alert," James ordered. His voice was steady, but his grip on the railing betrayed the weight on his mind. They lowered their vessel beside Racheal's, boots hitting the ground in unison. Weapons ready, they pressed forward on foot.
