Northern stared down with an indifferent, blank expression, watching two figures leap from below and latch themselves onto the Tower's underside.
Northern closed his eyes briefly.
'Let's see... what defense mechanisms does this Tower possess?'
Since the Tower's Control room sat nestled within his consciousness, Northern held direct access to its contents through his mind.
All he needed was to sift through his memories like searching through files. Within seconds, a smile crept across his face.
'Found it.'
***
The moment Azzut and Aszdan launched themselves upward, they clung to the ship's base like geckos—their hands seeming to stick to the surface. They began scaling the concrete hull at an utterly inhuman pace.
Just as they neared the ship's bow edge, one of the layered hull bricks groaned and split open.
Aszdan froze, glancing down with narrowed eyes.
"Ignore it," he commanded.
