The Fall of Falcon Scott (11)

The Devouring Cloud posed an existential threat to Falcon Scott, but strangely, Sunny was not too worried, at least for himself. Perhaps it was the Marble Shell that gave him confidence, or perhaps it was the presence of the other Ascended Irregulars. The four of them were a fearsome force by themselves, and there were thousands of other Awakened defending the city, to boot.

Not to mention countless mundane soldiers, impregnable fortifications, and two entire Saints.

Sky Tide had been away, fighting the Winter Beast somewhere in the wilderness. It was unknown whether she would be able to return in time to participate in today's battle, but Bloodwave was here, protecting the anchored ships. If things went south, he would undoubtedly interfere.

Master Jet studied the approaching brood swarm, her icy blue eyes cold and calculating. Then, she sighed.

"Something is different."

Sunny glanced at her with a silent question, prompting Soul Reaper to shake her head.