"Are you ready?" asked Sarena.
"No, but what choice do we have," I replied, to which she smiled.
We are both flying above the ship under the snowfall, which is cold enough to turn Sovereigns into possible.
It was just a few hours ago, that their rain, but that turned into snow within a minute, and it was cold.
I looked ahead, and I could already see the suppressive region. It is just ten to fifteen minutes away. I have here for two hours and would be for another twenty-two; the shift would be day long, with only eight hours of rest in between.
The shift is day-long, but we will need to be ready every hour to fight. We are on our own, with no help from the Sovereign.
"How is Ven, taking it?" I asked. "He is worried about cleaning; the place is dangerous. A slight leak in the defenses of the ship would kill her," she said and looked at me; I know, what she is trying to say by that.
