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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Kaleth glared at the device on his arm. Yorin had given it to him without a word, but there was no need to say anything. It was clear what it was, and Kaleth hated that even from where he was standing, away from the fight, he could clearly see it on Mel's arm as well.
He was right. It was better to die than to become like Enor, but Kaleth wished that didn't have to mean Mel would die with him. But Kaleth would use the device if he had to. Mel meant so much to him, but he wouldn't sacrifice the whole world to make sure he survived. And after what Mel had told him, it was entirely possible that he would take his own life anyway, even without Kaleth killing himself.
He sighed as he kept watching the others battle a group of aircrafts, mostly trying to dodge their bullets and bombs while every single person capable of telepathy did their best to break through Enor's control of the soldiers operating the machines using the many amplifiers Yorin had made. Judging by how every so often one of them stopped and just hovered in air before landing, it was effective.
Relioth was watching it right next to him, not even bothering to hide his nervousness as he at the same time also kept an eye on Enor's ship, hovering dangerously close. Kaleth should feel anxious too. He should be terrified, in fact. But he just felt numb. He was going to kill Enor, who was possessing his father, which was something he had tried desperately not to think about, but now he couldn't ignore it anymore. His only 'comfort' was that his father was most likely dead in there.
Yorin had said something about how the host of an Eternal, particularly of a powerful one, tended to have their consciousness destroyed by the sheer force of the being possessing them, and that the Eternal could also speed up this process if they wanted to.
And while Enor supposedly couldn't feel any emotion, listening to Kaleth's father must have gotten distracting.
Assuming that his father was dead made this easier, even though Kaleth had no way of knowing. The man deserved no sympathy, but it was still his father, and that made everything so much more conflicting than it should be.
"You ready?" Relioth asked. There was deep sadness in his eyes, something Kaleth wasn't convinced Relioth could actually feel over something like this. But even if this was a lie, Kaleth could appreciate the sentiment.
He raised his index finger at Relioth, watching the fight. The aircrafts seemed to have mostly been defeated, but he knew more were coming their way. He could see Rayni and Mel helping someone climb out of one of the aircrafts, the woman looking incredibly confused and horrified.
Oh. And there it was. At least fifteen more were coming in from Aleara, most likely followed by many more to come. They needed to go. Before the others got overwhelmed.
"Now."
Kaleth half expected Relioth to once again question him, but the Eternal did nothing of the sort. He just gripped Kaleth's shoulder, took in a deep breath, and then they were on Enor's ship. Right on the bridge. From here Kaleth could actually see his teammates, his friends, fighting for their lives through the huge glass window that made up most of the room's walls.
