Chapter 272: Choices
The Concerto slowly struggled its way through the raging storm and into the corridor that was partially destroyed.
As soon as the whipping winds stopped yanking the ship left and right, Irwin let out a sigh of relief.
"Great job," he grunted, getting a round of weary thanks from the Ganvils.
"Captain, we should rest here for a day," Hou'dor said before yawning. "We need to regain some energy before we do something like that again."
"You and me both," Irwin said as he looked over his shoulder at the roiling storm.
It had taken them two days of non-stop flying to reach the first part of the map without a single place to rest. He shivered as he recalled the ten-foot section that had nearly completely been blasted away.
He removed the Faerit from his pocket and put it on the deck.
"Earila, you can come and take over," he said.
Only a few moments later, there was a flash of blueish light, and the Faerit vanished to be replaced with Earila. The young Yuurindi looked around, pale and wide-eyed.
"That was a bad one…" she whispered, taking the helm.
"Yeah," Irwin said as he stretched.
His entire body plopped before his massive endurance kicked in, causing a sense of relief to wash over him. Still, it did little for the bone weariness he felt. His other-self was already slumbering, and he couldn't wait to join it.