As the silver Triarch hovered above the grey clouds, seven black eagles flew up one after another, while their reflections glided across the hull like shadows that had nowhere else to go.
They slowed when the craft neared the thunderstorm ahead and began beating their wings against the rushing winds, while watching the Triarch push forward into the dark without them.
Inside the cockpit, Leon's eyes remained locked on the images of Li Mei and Lily for a moment before shifting to the violet-veined clouds ahead.
"This is new," he said as the rage-lightning flashed against the glass and reflected fire in his own eyes. "But it won't stop me."
The tip of the red-golden cloth around his neck flapped on his whitened knuckles as he pushed the wheel forward, sending the craft to more than half of its speed limit.
