It was more than 1,200 miles from Silverlake City to Atlas City, but riding Flamebirds, the trip took just over an hour. Their speed was straight-up ridiculous.
When the Flamebirds appeared over Atlas City, nobody fired anti-air this time.
By now, Flamebirds were probably famous across the entire Atlas Federation. And they didn't look anything like Earth's mutant beasts—those blazing red bodies were impossible to mistake.
The guards on the wall stood ramrod-straight, eyes following the Flamebirds as they swept overhead, then they waved them straight through into Atlas City's compound.
Maxwell got the alert and nearly choked on it.
The call had ended barely an hour ago, and Ethan was already here.
Then Maxwell remembered what they were riding—Flamebirds of some unknown Tier—and it made a lot more sense.
He dropped everything immediately and came out with several high-ranking compound officials to receive them.
