The core ship was the pride of the Draeken fleet, the newest and grandest of all core ships. Its cold metallic beauty breathed hope into her lungs for the first time in far too long. She watched it pass over until the trees cut it off from her view, and she had to leave it behind. Still, she continued to gaze up to the sky reminiscently as they walked, a smile now in her heart. The core ships had saved what was left of her people from certain death. While each massive military ship could house tens of thousands, only a couple thousand Draeken survived to make it to each of the four ships the night of their evacuation from Sephia. There’d been twelve core ships ready to depart that night. Four escaped. Only nine thousand six hundred fifty-one Draeken remained of the once superior race. That was three years ago. How many remained to carry on their proud blood today? Sucking in a breath of tepid woodsy air, Talla watched the man several feet ahead of her, who was busy keeping them at a hard pace.
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