I remained suspended above the ruined moon for several minutes. The unconscious observers remained bound beside me, their bodies held securely in a space lock.
A familiar crimson streak appeared at the edge of my perception.
Silver.
He cut through the vacuum in his giant form, wings slicing through empty space with powerful strokes. Even at this scale, his movement carried a sense of controlled aggression. As he approached, he slowed and shifted, crimson mist folding inward as his larger frame condensed back into his usual winged human form. Several unconscious figures floated in a spatial hold behind him.
He glanced at the crater beneath us and let out a low whistle. "You didn't leave much behind."
"There was no reason to," I replied.
He shifted his gaze toward the unconscious captives. "Same thing on the other moon. Small settlement under a concealment layer. Central tower. Monitoring arrays. Communication relay. They were reporting in real time."
