Chapter 12.2

Soren was really wishing he could be more relaxed at the moment.

One would think coasting high in a first-class airship specialized for Freelancer transport would mean his nerves could get a chance to calm themselves a bit, but in the days following the announcement of the expedition to track down the Shadow, he’d hardly been able to keep that sense of worry for what could come from this down. He knew all of the dangers, not a Freelancer alive wouldn’t. And this worry wasn’t that.

Instead, it was a worry born of this… idea. A hunch more than anything. He couldn’t really explain it, it was something like an instinctual idea. The fact it came with that itch in his right arm, or rather, in his Crest, meant that uneasy feeling had to be for some reason.