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What is he doing?

Was he trying to fight them from above?

Then she saw it.

A group of silver-armored figures breaking formation, veering toward the ship.

Toward her.

Fear gripped her.

Should she run? Hide in the room he’d kept her in? Lock herself in and hope?

But before she could move, a blur descended from above.

Kyhin.

He dropped like a missile, a black winged fury with twin blades drawn, moving so fast he became a blur.

He hit the ground, and a head went flying. Then another.

She choked, a horrified sound escaping her. She staggered back from the window, hand to her mouth.

Blood splattered the snow in arcs of deep crimson.

He rose again, wings slicing through the air, before diving once more.

Death. Precision. Fury.

He didn’t stop. He didn’t hesitate.

And all she could do was watch as her protector—her captor—became something more terrifying and awe-inspiring than she’d ever imagined.

An angel of war… or a demon.

He annihilated the ones that had dared approach the ship. None of them got within ten meters. He did it with such violence and fury that it sent a clear message to any who dared approach.

The snow was streaked red now, littered with broken bodies.

And that, his savageness… gave the rest of them pause.

The horde hesitated, their momentum faltering.

Kyhin used it.

He flew higher again, gaining altitude fast, wings stretching wide, a dark blur against the dimming sky. They opened fire—blasts of searing blue streaking upward, cutting through the cold air—but he climbed beyond their range.

Drawing their eyes. Drawing their attention.

A diversion?

Realization clicked through her like a bolt of clarity.

He wasn’t just fighting.

He was buying time.

For the ship: the alien ship that was coming to retrieve them.

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