Chapter 17 - FLIGHT OF THE UNBROKEN
They burst through the heavy iron grates covering the mountain peak, shattering stone and metal into the night sky.
Behind them, the Iron Spire was in utter chaos. Alarms echoed across the mountain range, signal fires lighting up along the peaks to alert the nearby military garrisons.
"Where are we going?" Alistair shouted over the roar of the wind, his hair flying as the Silver-Wing soared alongside Nyx. "The War Ministry will have every sky-patrol between here and the coast hunting us down!"
"They expect us to run to the borders," Marlo called back, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "So we aren't running."
"What do you mean?"
"We’re going to the Heart of the Sun Valley," Marlo said. "The old proving grounds where the High Directorate tests new battle squadrons. Commander Thorne is conducting the annual fleet inspection there today."
"You want to crash the royal inspection?" Alistair asked in disbelief.
"Thorne was misled by Vane’s men into thinking the Iron Spire was a humane sanctuary," Marlo explained. "If we show up with these crippled dragons—with the iron braces still on them—Vane’s remaining supporters in the Ministry won't be able to lie their way out of it."
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"It's a huge gamble, Marlo," Alistair said. "If Thorne thinks we're attacking, the entire High Fleet will open fire before we can say a word."
Marlo patted Nyx’s neck. "Then we make sure they listen."
