Kaleth and the others are finally ready to face Enor and end the war once and for all. But being ready for it and actually managing to do so are two different things. And with Enor having tens of thousands of soldiers following every one of his comm...
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Despite knowing Kaleth wanted to keep him out of any possible danger, he hadn't said anything when Mel came up to him on the surface in full armor, and Mel was very glad for that. He didn't want to argue with Kaleth—there was enough arguing as it was—but he wasn't going to sit back and hope everything would work out. He wanted to help, which meant standing up to Kaleth if necessary. Which was still kind of scary, but Mel was getting better at it, he thought.
But still, Kaleth said nothing and just gave him a sad smile. They were soon joined by Alor, who from what Mel had put together was going with them because he'd been to one of these facilities before. From what Mel could tell, Alor seemed to have mostly adjusted to his new existence, but he was still struggling with using his new powers.
Mel had been trying to show him how to use their powers as much as he could, but there had only been a few days for it, so of course Alor still wasn't the best at it. This of course meant that he couldn't turn into a dragon still, but Mel had no problem carrying both him and Kaleth on his back.
"Do you have the explosives?" Kaleth asked him as he put his goggles over his eyes. He always looked so much more stern with his eyes covered since Kaleth rarely put on big smiles, but Mel could still pick up on his emotions through their bond, so he barely noticed anymore.
"Yeah," he replied, pointing at the backpack he had on his back with a thumb. "I hope it's enough."
"It should be, assuming these places have a power source like the Umbra hideouts," Kaleth replied, brushing his hair back.
"Feels almost like something we'd do for Luxarx, huh?" Alor said, scratching his head. Mel couldn't tell if Alor was nostalgic or sad about that, but Kaleth was definitely both. And there was also some anger there, which Mel couldn't blame him for.
Kaleth didn't add anything aside from a nod and turned to Mel. "If you could change, love...."
Mel nodded and did so, groaning as he took on the form of a dragon again. He hadn't done it in a while and it would feel good to stretch his wings again. He had no idea why, but even when he physically didn't have them, he could feel them, and if he didn't use them in a while, they would get achy once he shifted again.
He waited for the two men to climb onto his back before stretching his wings out as far as they would go. He jumped up, quickly taking flight and beating his wings hard to gain some altitude. He stopped only when Kaleth put a hand on his forehead.
Where, um, exactly am I flying to? Mel asked, embarrassed by the fact that he already couldn't remember. Thankfully Kaleth didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed very amused by this, which just made Mel more embarrassed if anything.
Just keep going straight, I'll tell you where to go. It's not too far.
Mel beat his wings harder. There was a sinking feeling in his stomach, like this was going to go horribly wrong. But once again they had no choice but to head first into danger. What else could they do? There was nowhere to hide from this, and even if there were, Mel wasn't going to. He'd done enough hiding over the last century.
