"The ship is finally ready." With a hopeful expression, Sarah informed Draven.
Draven entered the ship and settled into the co-pilot's chair, the worn and broken seat groaning under his weight. Sarah, meanwhile, sat in the pilot's chair, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the switches and controls.
"Please work, please work, please work," she repeated like a mantra, her voice filled with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety as she began to tap on the switches.
Draven leaned over, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It will work, Sarah," he said calmly, his voice steady.
As if responding to their collective hope, the ship suddenly trembled, and the engines let out a low, powerful purr. Sarah's eyes widened in disbelief as the ship continued to vibrate, gradually lifting off from the ground.
