The wind howled the moment the hatch cracked open wider, sharp and violent, ripping through the cabin like a living thing. Steam hissed louder in response, the aircraft compensating as the outside pressure clawed its way in.
Below us was nothing but clouds.
And around us? Just plain old death.
Arrows screamed past the opening, one of them punching clean through the metal frame beside Julius, embedding itself halfway through.
"H-How is this happening...!?"
"Leave the questions for later," Evelina replied, her voice calm despite the chaos. "It's best we try not to die."
"None of us is fit to fight in a moving aircraft," Marcellus scoffed.
Another explosion rocked the aircraft, tilting it violently to the side. A second later, a body slammed against the outer hull, one of the imperial soldiers, before dropping out of view into the clouds below.
"That doesn't include me," I replied.
