The sun rose over the hidden temple in the Silver Phoenix Empire. In the middle of it all, the Synthesis Loom stood still, and beside it, the crystal sphere of the Runic Cockpit waited.
Jonah and Vanessa walked towards it, their special flight suits making a soft sound as they walked towards the cockpit. They had said all they needed to say last night. Today, there was only the mission.
Seraph and Draven were already there, waiting. They didn't try to give long speeches or cried while saying goodbye. They were soldiers, and this was just what they had to do.
Seraph gave Jonah a sharp nod. It was a gesture that said everything: I trust you and I'm proud of you. Make sure you come back alive.
Draven, however, looked a bit awkward.
"So," he started, his voice a low, deep sound. "Space, huh? Don't get eaten by any moon monsters."
Jonah managed a small smile. "Well, we'll try not to."
