Sianor stood at the front of his flying ship, his hands resting neatly behind his back, his posture straight and controlled as always.
Behind him, the Solmira members stood in orderly formation, their expressions focused, their energy restrained but ready.
A few ships away, Clark stood on his own vessel, positioned slightly behind.
He didn't move at all, his stance steady, eyes locked on the same direction as Sianor's.
On the other side, Floren leaned casually against the railing of his ship.
One hand rested lazily at his waist while the other held his fan, flicking it open and closed in a slow rhythm.
His half-lidded eyes gave off a relaxed impression, but there was no mistaking the sharp focus behind them.
All three of them were staring at the same thing.
And all three of them were clearly surprised.
Not only had Garion's ship moved ahead of all of them, but it was already pushing straight into the enemy formation.
And more than that... It was doing so smoothly.
