Leaving the Plaguelands behind, Ethan flew hard and fast due north, cutting through the sky like a black arrow.
"Where are we headed, bro? That Advanced-tier fortress on the western border?" Lyla shouted, her voice barely carrying over the roaring wind.
"Yep, let's go crack that shell first!" he yelled back.
As they sliced through the air at full speed, Ethan opened a call to Victor. The report came back quickly, Victor and his team still had some distance to cover. Hearing that, Ethan finally relaxed, easing off and shifting into a steady, energy-efficient glide.
"Just the two of us, plus Victor's guys… can we really take an Advanced Fortress?" Lyla asked, her tone hesitant now that the initial excitement had faded.
