"If I don't take them out now, they'll just keep coming. They'll keep threatening you," Ethan replied.
"And if you lose?"
Ethan turned, looking at Clara tenderly. "I won't lose. I won't let them take you from me."
Clara sighed. She knew how perilous this journey was. This wasn't just a physical battle, but a political and ideological struggle that had spanned centuries in the Sovereign world.
"Sir, the jet is ready!" Xander's voice came through the house intercom.
"We're leaving," said Ethan.
As they stepped outside, Martha emerged from her room, her face still drawn with fatigue but no longer panicked.
"Ethan... Clara... where are you going?" Martha asked.
"We have to leave for a bit, Mom," Clara replied.
"This is dangerous, isn't it?" Martha stared at Ethan with a worried expres
