We were led back to the underwater mountain port where Gilbert's Nightyell sat peacefully. Speaking of Gilbert, he had been awfully silent since this morning. I could swear I had almost forgotten that he was part of this cohort.
We entered the ship and sailed through the air inside the dome, flying across three different islands before finally settling upon the one we were looking for.
Tristan glanced down at the island as we slowly descended.
"Gil, I don't think landing is a great idea…"
Gilbert frowned. His tone was straight and devoid of any joy.
"Then what about extraction? Besides, I can't keep her floating above their skyline."
Nisha nodded.
"He's right… we have to land."
Tristan sighed.
"I'm looking at the number of guards they have at their port. That's quite a hefty number for a clan. I can understand why the Boundless Wave Clan lost."
"Whose side are you on, Tristan?" Nisha said, almost sounding salty.
Tristan allowed himself a brief smile.
