"Remember the creed," Sarah said, her visor snapping shut, reflecting the red alert lights of the bay.
Kael adjusted his haptic gloves, the sensors clicking into place against his skin. To his left, Sarah checked the pressure seals on her jump-boots. They weren't soldiers in a traditional sense. They were Aerial Knights—the last line of resistance for a city that had forgotten what the sun looked like.
Kael stepped to the edge of the open ramp. The wind at thirty thousand feet screamed, a predatory howl that wanted to tear the breath from his lungs. He leaned forward, letting gravity take him. "Knights never yield," he whispered.
