Time flew by as conversations echoed within the plane, and the commotion of inspection resounded outside it. By the time the latter was done, the subjects within the former had already changed a few times, leaving some people amused, others confused, and some even thoughtful.
But when Alex saw the tanker which refuelled them pull out of the hangar, he knew it was time to leave for their next task.
'A task, huh? I wonder when I started seeing problems like these as simple tasks…'
His mind started recalling all the times he'd used his powers on Earth, whether for good or bad, and he realized something that hadn't dawned on him yet. They were quickly becoming dependent on this power they could wield.
Alexander wondered if this was a good thing or not.
If they managed to tide through the demon invasion, or better yet, conquer it. What came next?
