Within the empress' city-sized ship, smaller ones seen flying across it, all flying to and fro from each other, some are entering, and leaving the ship. Among them, a gray one is seen flying through the traffic of other ships. As most pass them by in the opposite direction. The ground below has small, short buildings. Alecia looks away from the window and gives a downcast look. She stares at her hands. Her mind circulating with thoughts of something that's eating her inside; thoughts of what happened decades before, events that caused all of this, the damaged relationship of her sister, her inability to cope with the things that has changed. Her hands close into fists, she starts to frown. "Where is he?" she said, her voice sounding cold and bitter, anger beginning to grow within her chest. "Who, Clay?" Aven said looking at her, to see the unpleasant expression on her face. Only for him to look ahead once more. "No, Silas." She answered, looking ahead of herself. Her fists clinch
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