Alex floated in the endless, silent expanse of space, his arms still wrapped around Mira. The dark void surrounding them where Eldaris once stood felt suffocating despite the lack of air.
He could feel her shallow breathing against his chest, the warmth of her body gradually beginning to return.
She was alive, but barely.
His eyes darted around the debris field that was once Eldaris—a planet reduced to dust and fragments, drifting aimlessly. The Red Demons had left no trace of life. And now, they were still in danger. The thought hit him like a cold blast of reality. Floating in space with no protection, out in the open for any prying eyes to see… they were living on borrowed time.
Alex grimaced, his jaw tightening with the growing sense of urgency. He had to get Mira out of there. His mind raced, and then, like a flash, he remembered.
King.
His ship.
