Chapter 183

Third Person's POV

The storm winds clawed at the rotors of the Azurelune Aero-Flight Wing helicopter, snarling like wild wolves across the Cinderholme coast. Sivya's face tightened as the craft pitched, her knuckles white against the cyclic. Every gust rattled her bones, reminding her that no accolade, no borrowed glory, was worth the cost of her own life.

Why should she risk herself for strangers