Chapter 195

Alex was locked in the aircraft’s basement, confined to a small prisoner room near the stacked wine boxes.

The air felt cold, and the hum of the engines vibrated through the metal floor.

“Open screen,” he commanded, his voice low but firm.

A transparent screen materialized in front of him, seemingly from nowhere.

“Where am I?” he glanced at the display, which showed they were already two hours into their journey, with about five more hours to go before reaching Novara, the capital city of Nova.

In 40 minutes, they would cross the border, where Nova’s military forces stood vigilant.

The airspace was heavily guarded, with countless defense missiles ready to intercept any unauthorized aircraft.

Alex closed his eyes, focusing deeply as he let his soul ability project his consciousness out of his body.

He could sense Maladin and his men lounging in the central cockpit, drinking the expensive wine they had stashed.

He then turned his attention to the guard monitoring the CCTV feed of the pr