The mont his body finally let him fall asleep, his subconscious imdiately brought back images of himself, as a demon, where he killed his friends and loved ones, standing atop a mountain made with their corpses.
The nightmares devolved into a bloody battle between him and Khalor, whose army was barely a challenge for him, as the death knight already lay shattered on the ground at his feet.
The necro-drake was entangled with the black dragon Astaroth controlled, and even his other high-level undead were kept at bay by his own summons, as he battled the helpless Khalor.
Calling it a battle wasn't an accurate term, as Astaroth's combat prowess, in this demonic form, far surpassed Khalor's battle ability, and it was over in minutes, as droves of undead lay on the surrounding ground, either shattered, turned to paste or dust, or completely obliterated.
His restless sleep ended as he started fighting Phoenix, when Kary shook him awake as they landed in London.
"Hey, wake up," she whispered, her face showing worry.
"Hmm? Are we there already?"
"No, but we have arrived in London. Are you ok? You were mumbling and tensing in your sleep…" she asked, looking at him with worry.
The images flashed in his mind, but he shook them away.
"Just a nightmare. I'm fine," he said, smiling at her.
He wasn't about to let a bad dream drag his mood down. But he told himself it might be better to stay awake for the rest of the trip.
As the plane taxied its way off the tarmac and to the hangar areas, Alex looked out the window and saw a hangar where a few cars were parked, seemingly waiting for sothing.
Stopping before that very hangar, the plane shut off as a tanker truck started approaching them from the main airport.
Alex looked out the window.
Outside, he could see three people climb out of the cars before looking at each other with curious gazes.
"Did they get here and wait in the cars without talking to each other?" Alex mumbled to himself.
The Major walked out of her cabin, with Violette, Jonathan, and Cory in front of her, herding them along as she walked toward Alex.
"I'll take a second to do a few checks while we are getting refuelled. You can stay on the plane or take a walk, but don't stray too far. Once the plane is refuelled, I want to take it to the sky again as soon as possible."
"Very well, Major. I'll go greet our next passengers, then."
She nodded at him, disembarking first, before she lifted her gaze to the underside of the plane's hull, looking for any scratch or missing bolt.
She was confident in her first inspection, but sotis, people missed things, and minor mistakes could lead to catastrophic failures. It was better to be cautious when flying a new aircraft.
Alex and Kary followed soon after her. The other four passengers stayed on board, doing their own thing, while the forr two walked over to the three people, silently observing each other.
Alex extended his arms, smiling warmly, as he gave his best politician smile. Jack had told him it was best if he practiced those in the prevision of his heroic role in the future.
"It's a pleasure to et all of you face to face for real, finally," he said, looking at each of them in turn.
He instantly recognized Killi, or rather, Killian Owens, who was a bigshot in the E-sports scene for ten years now, as well as Winston, whose frail body belied the strength he could wield.
Alex frowned for a second, realizing the two of them had the sa surna. And seeing how they eyed each other, it seed they already knew each other.
"Winston, I'm glad I can et you, and outside your ho, at that. How are you?" Kary said, interrupting his thoughts.
Winston smiled at her, his smile reaching from ear to ear.
"I'm doing good! I never thought the outside air could sll so bad and yet, so good, at the sa ti," he said, giggling.
Alex chuckled, rembering he had been sheltered all his life because of his disease.
But he locked his gaze on Killian, who was eying Winston strangely.
"Killian. I'm honoured to et one of my childhood idols finally. It's a bit underwhelming, though, to be fair," Alex said, his tone a bit sarcastic.
"Well, I am just a man. But your words still make happy. It is a pleasure to et you as well, face to face," Killian said, extending his hand toward Alex.
anwhile, the last person looked at them in silence, almost awkwardly.
But Kary fixed that.
"Simo, right?" she said, walking to him with a smile and extended hand.
"Yes, ma'am. The na is Aapo. Aapo Mäkinen," he said, in a most broken English.
But Kary didn't mind.
She shook his hand, gazing at him inquisitively.
"Pleasure to et you, Aapo. Please, drop the ma'am. From what I see, we are about the sa age," she said, still smiling.
The man nodded, staying silent.
He turned his head to look at Alex, and his eyes flashed with both excitent and a tinge of fear, which didn't escape Kary's discerning gaze.
She giggled lightly, releasing the man's hand.
"You are either quite perceptive, or your instincts are very sharp. You can tell, right?"
The man looked at her, confused.
"Pardon?"
Kary's smile dropped, becoming severe.
"You were wondering how strong he was. But you felt it, didn't you? Alex isn't very good at hiding his strength. I'm sure it was instinct, mostly. But you felt it. How dangerous he is."
Kary released so of her mana, directing it mainly toward the Finnish man, and he paled a bit. This confird her thoughts.
His instincts were indeed sharp, considering he wasn't a mage class.
"In any case, welco to the team," Kary said, retracting her mana entirely, as her smile returned, like it had never gone away.
The man slightly shivered, realizing what he had signed up to join.
'With so many powerful players here, what are we truly going to do?'
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