The journey back was quiet. The small strike ship flickered through dimensions, leaving the colossal corpse of the Hive behind. Nox was awake but silent, the sheer exhaustion of his final attack leaving him hollowed out. Serian sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his armored shoulder. She didn't speak, but her presence was a comfort.
Elisa was staring out the viewport at the swirling colors of dimensional space. "So, that's it? We killed a planet. What's for dinner?"
Gorok let out a dry chuckle. He was leaning against the far wall, his own energy reserves clearly depleted. "Always the warrior, Elisa. Never thinking beyond the next battle."
"Hey, it's worked for me so far," she shot back. "Thinking is Vexia's job. My job is to hit things until they stop moving."
"A philosophy that has its merits," Gorok conceded. "But the 'things' we will be facing from now on may not be so easily… hit."
