The sky swarmed with wings. Blades flashed, bullets cracked, and the air reeked of burnt chitin. Rea's voice cut through the noise, sharp with worry. "Belle shouldn't be out there alone. If the power flow was severed, it's not safe to send her by herself."
Sebas parried his anxiety with the same composure he carried into every crisis. "Belle can handle herself. Trust her abilities. Worry will only cloud your focus."
Kevin clenched his fists, jaw tight. "Then I'll follow her. If something happens—"
"Kevin," Sebas snapped, his tone sharper than usual. "Stay here. You'll only divide our strength further."
Kevin bit down on his frustration, shoulders trembling, but didn't move.
Meanwhile, Lucy tore through the air, her talons rending capwings apart with merciless precision. Blood streaked her feathers as she glanced at the sky with a cruel grin. "The sky-whale sends us more toys."
