The response was immediate. The seven leaders raised their hands, signaling their squads to board the shuttles. Engines hummed and roared as the young geniuses climbed aboard one after another. The metal hulls vibrated with contained power, ready to leap into the unknown.
Victor's shuttle rose first, slicing into the sky with sharp precision. Arthur's followed more quietly, gliding through the air like a shadow. Seraphina's ascended in a burst of bright light, while Chris's rose under a ripple of heat. Christine's disappeared into the air as if swallowed by illusions, Daniel's shimmered with reflected water, and Michael's drifted upward in silent darkness.
Max stepped onto his own void shuttle, closed the hatch, and with one final look at Alice and Lenavira, he vowed to protect, guided the craft toward the vast tear in space.
The void swallowed him.
