Garion stood at the front of the flying ship, his hands resting lightly behind his back as the wind brushed past him.
Behind him, Dahlia rolled her shoulders once, her expression steady.
Clara leaned against the side rail with her arms crossed, watching the horizon.
Eliza stood quietly near the edge, her presence almost unnoticeable.
The twins stood a bit further back, stretching their arms and checking their weapons.
Garion spoke without turning. "Get ready."
Dahlia smirked. "Already am."
Clara cracked her knuckles. "Took you long enough."
Eliza didn't speak, but she shifted her stance slightly, her eyes narrowing just a little.
The others straightened. The atmosphere on the ship changed immediately.
Then… numerous enemies began to appear in the sky ahead.
They moved fast, surrounding the ship from multiple directions.
Dahlia's smirk widened. "There they are."
Garion didn't react.
"They've already fused," Clara muttered, her eyes narrowing.
