Hades
With a guttural but low growl, I flapped hard, muscles coiling as I dragged the tree upward, roots dangling like veins.
"Hold!" I barked. Kael was barely audible behind me as I rose again—fast, violent, like a storm ripping through the sky. The weight pulled at me, but I clenched harder, lifted higher.
Then I let go.
The tree plummeted.
It hit the edge of a patrol outpost with the force of a meteor. A burst of sound cracked the silence—wood against metal, concrete splintering, alarms blaring, and Gamma shouts echoing up from below.
From above, I watched chaos unravel.
Spotlights spun in confused spirals. Orders screamed through comms. Patrols broke formation and regrouped in threes, heading toward the impact zone. Searchlights redirected. Vehicles mobilized—most racing for the source of the sound.
"They think it's us," Kael muttered through the wind. "Perfect."
Like moths to a fire, the entire western flank drained into the crater we'd created.
