His Untouchable Omega
"We use the airships. We'll be there in an hour."
We ran to the hangar. Alaric was already there, his Ghost Army boarding the silver ships. The engines were humming, a sound of power that promised revenge. I climbed into the lead ship, holding Leo close. He was quiet now, his silver eyes watching me as if he knew the war was coming to an end.
As our fleet rose from the water and soared into the sky, I looked out the window. The city was a speck of light behind us. The mountains of the Vale were ahead, glowing under the moon.