CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHT EIGHT

The morning air was crisp and filled with the chatter of resistance members bustling around the base, preparing for their daily tasks. Sky stood near the edge of the building, his usual light-hearted smile firmly in place.

He adjusted the satchel slung across his shoulder, careful not to jostle the precious cargo inside.

"Are you sure about this?" Yara asked, her voice filled with worry.

Sky grinned, his usual playful glint in his eyes. "Of course, Yara. It's just a little trip north. What could possibly go wrong?" He chuckled, attempting to ease the tension.

Val's gaze sharpened. "Sky, this isn't a game. Be careful out there. The northern regions are harsh and unforgiving."

"And I'm a dragon, remember?" Seeing the frown on Val's face not reduce, Sky's smile softened. "I know, Val. I'll be careful. Besides," he patted the satchel, "I have these little ones to keep me company. They'll make sure I stay on my toes."