EpilogueShe was falling from the sky, and all she could think about was killing Voi Román—a suitable distraction, perhaps. Having nothing but the intangible abyss of air beneath her was amongst her greatest fears.
The shock of slipping from the traitor’s grasp had robbed her of the ability to scream, and the high-velocity fall kept her from finding her voice again. The dreadnought continued shrinking against the vast blue sky as she careened towards the city. She reached out to the warship, though her ability to manipulate metal eluded her, the aether unresponsive to her will.
It was the most vulnerable Milia had felt in her entire life.
Out of her element, she closed her eyes, embracing death. It wasn’t until she felt arms around her that she opened them again. She saw the light of the
