And as he watched her hands making constant small adjustments to their flight path, monitoring instruments, managing systems, flying them across thousands of miles of ocean toward whatever fate awaited, he realized something else: whoever had hurt Mu Yunchen had made a catastrophic mistake.
They had awakened something that should have remained sleeping.
Behind them, the city faded into distant lights, then disappeared entirely as they left the coast and began their journey over the dark waters of the Pacific. Ahead, somewhere across thousands of miles of ocean and land, lay whatever fate awaited them.
And Zhou Yuxi flew toward it without hesitation, her hands steady on the controls, her eyes fixed on the instruments and the invisible path ahead, her heart set on reaching the man fighting for his life before time ran out.
The helicopter's turbines hummed their steady song, carrying them through the darkness on a journey that should have been impossible.
