The way back home after the attack was filled with an eerie silence.
Rio hadn't lied. As moments after Virgil vanished into blood and fog, the sky cracked open with the arrival of the Ravens—an overwhelming force that descended like a tidal wave of blades and discipline. An entourage big enough to be mistaken for an army battalion.
Rows upon rows of elite soldiers, trained assassins, and unseen sentries hidden within shadows and clouds were guarding the ship. Ensuring a smooth journey ahead.
Yet, even amidst that protection, a chill gripped the world outside.
Whispers had already begun to spiral across Arcadia, causing a mass wave of unease in everyone's hearts.
Not only had Warzy—the world's most despised terrorist syndicate—dared to strike again so soon after their last failure at the floating islands… they had done so while dragging the mighty Ravens directly into the fray.
