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Chapter 1462: Night of Endless Toss and Turns

12:00 a.m.

The hangars blazed with light.

Every magic stone that gave off illumination had been collected and distributed throughout the bays. A portion had been mounted on the planes themselves against the absence of any other light source.

This operation would commit every Aerial Knight. The two hundred and some aircraft represented not merely Neverwinter’s air force but humanity’s full remaining hope.

Several hundred ground crew surged through the warehouses with carts, inspecting each plane in turn, Anna leading the effort with her hair pinned up and thigh-high boots, her work clothes leaving a mark on everyone who saw her. The atmosphere sharpened around her simply by her being there.

Roland was no exception. The grease on her cheeks against the clear sapphire of her eyes — that image stayed with him.


1:30 a.m.

Plane inspections complete; refueling began.

Ventilation fans ran at full capacity to thin the fuel fumes. To reduce risk and lower the chance of open-flame accidents, the work proceeded simultaneously in the hangars and on the ground surface.

Of all the surface-side aircraft, the most arresting were the two single-wing, four-engine bombers.

They were far smaller than an ordinary plane, but their form was still something to stop and stare at — a wingspan above thirty meters, painted pitch-black, standing apart at a glance.

Phoenix’s engine had been swapped out. She could now fly only on base oil, but in exchange she carried a reliable and thoroughly tested airframe. The Ministry of Engineering had managed to produce two planes before the operation launched.

The bombers’ distinctiveness was not only their scale.

The presence of First Army soldiers and God’s Punishment Witches standing guard at each plane’s belly made the purpose clear to everyone who passed. Most people had never laid eyes on the weapon that so many hopes rested on, but they all understood which two planes were the axis of this battle.


3:00 a.m.

The Aerial Knights gathered for their final route review.

“Remember — the dark gives you nothing to navigate by. The stars overhead will deceive you, and any light on the ground will be an enemy bonfire!” Tilly stood on the platform and spoke loudly. “The only thing you can trust is the tail light blinking ahead of you. Keep your eyes on your squadron mates. Once you leave the island, there is no turning back.

“If everything goes smoothly, we will reach the designated position by daybreak. After that, the two bombers will drop in succession. During this time, your mission is to protect the main assault planes from any approach — shoot down anything that draws close, Devilbeast or senior demon alike.

“Listen carefully: due to the interval between the two drops and the destructive radius of the bombs, you must not remain near the target. And regardless of outcome, the fleet returns to the hangar. His Majesty Roland has allowed for failure. He has not agreed to sending people who can survive out to die. The sky belongs to us — I intend to keep it that way.

“Let us write a new page of history for humanity. For this operation, I will be flying beside you.”

“Yes, Your Highness!” The response rang through the hangar from every direction.


3:50 a.m.

“To be honest — I’m nervous.”

Roland noticed Tilly’s hands trembling slightly at the ramp beside Phoenix. It was the first time he had ever seen that quality in her — unsteady, uncertain.

They were half an hour from the scheduled launch. Two hundred aircraft: enough, in another world, to sustain four or five major operations. They had to hold formation before takeoff to ensure no one was left behind in the long-distance raid.

“Are you afraid?”

“Maybe.” She nodded, then shook her head. “But more than afraid, I’m impatient for it. Brother — do you remember our promise? Just knowing the day is nearly here, I can’t seem to hold down what’s rising in my chest.”

When the Battle of Divine Will ended, Ashes would return. That was the faith that had carried Tilly through everything.

“Yes, I remember,” Roland said gently. “But the condition is that you come back safe — so I won’t have lied to you.”

Tilly looked up at him. “Brother — can you hold me?”

He opened his arms. She stepped forward into them naturally, rested her forehead against his chest. Time seemed to slide backward — to a moment a year ago, when she had wept in this same embrace.

A moment later, her breathing steadied.

“I’m going.” She stepped back.

“Go on.”

She boarded Phoenix and lowered the canopy. Through the glass she mouthed something at him.

Thank you.

The ramp withdrew. The propellers began to turn.


4:20 a.m.

Sluice gates one through ten opened.

Biplane units poured out of the cruiser. Sylvie activated her Magic Eyes and held the whole formation in view, nudging those who drifted from their paths and flagging any plane that lost sight of its companion. In the darkness, two hundred planes surrounded Eleanor Skycruiser like fireflies circling a lantern.

This was the phase most likely to produce accidents. Without radar or night vision, the pilots were effectively blind — unable to distinguish ground from sky, altitude from horizon. As more planes climbed and the moving lights of the formation wove and crossed, confusion spread. Without Lightning and Maggie guided by Sylvie’s information, tapping on cockpit glass before accidents compounded, the fleet might already have lost planes to the dark.


4:55 a.m.

Roland gave the command by radio.

Seagull and Phoenix climbed first, followed closely by the two bombers — Kun Peng and Ark of Peace, the twin cores of the two formations. Fire of Heaven and Fury of Heaven planes formed the escort. Though organized as two formations, the distinction was for the sake of night navigation only; on the mission itself, every aircraft was equally critical and equally tasked with survival.

Maggie and Lightning departed last.

They waved back at Roland, standing at the command post, then turned and flew into the darkness. Shavi, Wendy, Andrea, Sylvie, and the rest aboard Seagull made this formation, all told, humanity’s entire concentrated effort.

The fleet was consumed by darkness in minutes. Nothing remained but the empty sky they had gone into.

Roland stood looking after them for a long time.

“If you don’t believe in God, the only thing left to you is prayer,” Nightingale said softly at his side.

He gave a small nod.

That was probably the thought in every mind left behind. They had each done their part. What remained was the hardest thing — waiting for the outcome, for fate to arrange itself as it would.

“Fortunately, we won’t have to wait long.” Anna turned and looked toward the dark horizon. “The sky will be bright soon.”


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