Zephyr felt an unsettling shift in the air. His fists tightened with barely controlled rage, and the look in his eyes was downright chilling. People could almost feel the sharp edge of his anger.
But it wasn't because someone was after him—he could handle that. What really got under his skin was the fact that someone was willing to mess with the Alliance's success for their own shady reasons.
Drexel and Elio exchanged a quick, tense glance, both clearly aware of something they weren't sharing. But no one dared to speak just yet.
All eyes were glued to Arix as she carefully inspected the mecha, everyone holding their breath.
After about ten agonizing minutes, Arix finally stopped. She turned to the mecha's head, her face clouded with uncertainty.
"Drexel, is there really an issue?" Drexel's voice wavered, his concern for Zephyr evident. If something was wrong, Drexel wasn't about to let it slide.
