The Death Reaper drifted into space before igniting its engine. The computer beeped as it received landing coordinates and permission. Magnus adjusted the course. Matthew sat on the bridge of the Death’s Reaper, staring out the small viewport at the approaching station. Excitement pumped into him with each ever-increasing beat of his heart.
The retracting doors on Empyrean Station grew closer with each second. Inside, the bay was almost empty, and there wasn’t a robot in sight. Matthew breathed a sigh of relief. He still worried this was a trap, and he felt Mordecai’s cold hand on his shoulder offering support. Flying past the docking bay doors, Magnus pulled back on the throttle and began descending.
“Don’t worry, Matthew. We’ll stand by you,” Mordecai soothed h
