Chapter 45: War zone
The sky teemed with spaceships. Crazy-looking ones, actually.
Floating metal beasts, dark and massive, each one stretching across the sky. Some looked like flying fortresses—jagged and armored, with hulls so black they seemed to swallow the light around them. Others were sleek, dagger-shaped, glowing faintly with red and blue veins, as if they had blood running through them.
There was even one that was shaped like a monster.
That one gave Julian the creeps.
Weapons jutted from the sides, some like long barrels, others like claws waiting to rip through an entire planet. Engines hummed at the back, wide and circular, spitting out slow trails of heat that shimmered in space like ripples in oil.
Above, the command ships hovered higher than the rest. Bigger. Meaner. Covered in layers, like they’d been rebuilt again and again from every war they ever fought. Their underbellies glowed with a thousand blinking lights, like angry eyes.
Some ships didn’t fly straight. They drifted, twisted slightly, like they were too wild to stay still. Like they were always hunting.
And they were fast.
Too fast.
Blink, and they were gone. Then blink again, and they were right above you.
Julian found it all to be crazy. In fact, it was highly ridiculous!