The massive hangar of the carrier port stretched out before them, an industrial beast of steel and humming energy, filled with the constant sound of roaring engines, beeping terminals, and the occasional barked orders from flight personnel.
Giant spaceship-like carriers lined the platforms, each one preparing for takeoff to various bastions around the world.
Some were luxurious private transports, shimmering with gold and obsidian plating, meant for the wealthy and influential.
Others were sleek, military-grade vessels, reinforced with dimensional shielding and flanked by combat-ready Awakened escorts.
But the one Creed was aiming for was somewhere in the middle—a commercial but well-protected transport, efficient yet not too flashy.
Beside him, Lilith practically bounced on her feet, her excitement radiating off her like a hyperactive sun.
Her violet eyes sparkled, and her bat-like wings twitched as she yapped away at a mile per second.
