The journey back to Voidstar passed in complete silence.
Max flew ahead without looking back, his large wings cutting through the air while the clouds parted around his body. The cold wind should have helped clear his mind, yet every beat of his void heart reminded him that something inside him remained unstable.
The power that should have filled him with joy continued moving through his veins like an endless current, waiting for another moment of weakness in which it could burst free. Yet even his resurrection had brought him neither joy nor hope. Instead, it made him feel as though he had lost something important.
He glanced down at his hands, watching the black scales covering his fingers shift whenever his claws tightened.
"How much of that anger was mine?" Max muttered to himself as the wind continued cutting across his face.
