As the great leviathan of a ship settled into the ocean, Tam, Vaya and Teves flew through the air, nearby each other, their eyes sweeping the skies behind for any sign of Anteris or Graffius.
"What of the soldier who you carried into the ship? The masked soldier, who wielded the blade of glowing light?" Vaya said to Tam, as they side by side, Slate and Shale clutched in the talons of their respective auras.
"Him? I think he'll find a way out, he's survived far worse, and I don't know of a more resourceful man." Tam said with a soft smile on his face, after hearing of Kothar's adventures through the cluster of planes that surrounded Eclat, and his achievements, both on the battlefield and in his missions with the NIghthawks, he was utterly confident in his son's abilities.
But even so, there was a persistent thread of worry gnawing at him, for though he trusted Tam as a soldier, as father, he was still being eaten by worry.
