The old man groaned, shaking his head. "Brats. All of you."
And just like that—Yenna and the former Dragon Unit captain had made their choice.
They were walking away from the Federation but neither of them was walking away from the fight.
Meanwhile Aiden's convoy journey towards Icelorn Basin
The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange glow over the vast stretches of land as Aiden's convoy rumbled forward. They were now just a few hundred kilometers away from reaching the Icelorn Basin, but the journey leading up to this moment had been anything but smooth.
Since leaving the diner where they had rested the previous night, their path had been filled with grim discoveries.
They had come across five villages, each telling a story of survival—or the lack of it.
Three of them were nothing but ghost towns. Entire settlements were wiped clean as if thousands of people had simply vanished into thin air. But the truth was far more horrifying.