Delvin barely had time to process what was happening before he found himself jumping into a jeep, speeding toward Base Four's tallest tower.
The vehicle jolted over uneven terrain, dust swirling in its wake. He gripped the side rail, his mind racing.
"What's going on, General?" he finally asked, breaking the tense silence.
General Galvan Demeon wore an anxious expression, his gaze fixed ahead.
"My men have spotted an airship approaching us."
Delvin's stomach tightened. "Only one?" His voice carried a hint of unease.
"Just one," the General confirmed.
Delvin frowned, thinking hard. "You think they might be scouting?"
The General shook his head. "According to the report my men gave me—" He paused, clearing his throat. "It looks exactly like the two airships you got from the Mighty Amataganya."
Delvin's pulse quickened. The Mighty Amataganya.
The name alone sent a ripple of tension through him.
