Heaven's Dew.

"We've... lost track of him, Sir," Cecelia rested her hands on in her lap, while he paced around in the cockpit biting his nails.

"Of course, we did, if his kind were easy to find and capture we'd never need to go through such great lengths; them and the Vatui are perfect at blending in -he might as well have turned into the wind!" Victor snapped at her and clenched jaws with a distressed expression.

"Even at death's door, the only thing that bastard could think of was fighting, he didn't retreat at all he did it because he had her to protect," The general sat and rubbed his forehead after feeling a pang of pain. "He took an entire collective with him, was that even possible, has anyone ever done something like that before?" He looked up at Cecelia and she stared in her lap again.

"Before I betrayed my people and joined the Emporium, there was a popular legend of ancient Godslayers capable of rending entire collectives apart," Cecelia began.