Hours ago...
Moving through hostile environment were a group of young soldiers.
Sophie's hand cut through the air in a sharp halt signal, her entire squad dropping into combat positions behind crystalline rock formations. A purple rift that had torn open above them cracklimg with energy that was similar to Noah's domain manifestations, unmistakable even from this distance.
"Stay low," she whispered into her comm, exhaustion making her voice hoarse after three days of constant fighting. They all looked like hell—gear torn, faces streaked with dirt and dried blood, movements slower than they should be.
Storm's massive form emerged from the portal like some prehistoric nightmare given wings. The wyvern's scales caught the alien sunlight as he dove toward the horizon, his familiar roar echoing across the barren landscape of Sirius Beta.
"Storm!" Lyra breathed, lowering her sniper rifle. "Noah got out. He actually got out."
