An angry thunderstorm tore across the sky above the Qing safe house. Giant tree roots uprooted from deep within the ground. They pointed toward the sky as a blinding yellow light ignited the dark, rumbling clouds.
Hu Qing and her children remained gathered at the front of the mansion. Warmth-filled eyes watched the yellow sigils appearing in the sky like a flock of birds.
Green leaves rustled against Darian's face at the sight of a spear-shaped ship descending from the heavens.
He wrapped his palms around his mother. He shifted a welcoming gaze toward his sibling. "Don't you worry, Uncle Eleazar is finally coming."
Kira and all the other siblings of the Qing watched with hopeful eyes as they tracked the now-floating vessel.
Sharp air blasted through the iron gate of the safe house. The rattling of stone and black fog followed in its wake.
