The silence in the back of the VTOL felt crushing. Few moments ago, it was all fire and collapsing rock. Now, there was only the powerful sounds of the aircraft's engines as it flew through the clouds.
The team was in a bad shape. They sat on the floor, looking beaten and bruised, but still alive.
Vanessa was resting on the wall, her eyes closed with her face looking tired and dirty with soot. Jonah sat next to her, looking lost in thought as he stared at the clouds from the window, hearing Thorne's last words again and again.
The age of mass production has begun.
Across from them was Seraph, who was working with strong focus. She was helping Draven patch up his wounds, who was slumped against a crate, his chest was covered with burns and bruises. He gritted his teeth, making low sounds in pain as she applied a glowing salve to his wounds.
"Hold still," she said, her voice low.
"I am still," he grunted, though his whole body was trembled with pain.
