"Are you alright, Shana?!" Tristan's worried voice reached the young lady's ears as soon as she accepted her father's call from her communicator.
"I'm fine," Shana replied. "I'm more worried about Zion. He's also running away from the Azothralls."
"Is he?" Tristan frowned. "I already mobilized fighter jets to fight your pursuers. Do you see them right now?"
"Yes," Shana answered as she gazed in the distance, where over a dozen fighter planes were flying in a formation. "Tell them the monster carrying me is an ally. He is one of Zion's subordinates."
Tristan nodded and immediately passed his order.
The planes then flew past Zed and circled around to head to the location where Zion was fighting against the Azothralls.
Each fighter plane was equipped with missiles meant to annihilate Rank 7 Sovereigns.
They were made up of extremely rare materials, which they only planned to use against the powerhouses that belonged to the Jinn Armies.
