Yet what solace could anyone offer her in this nightmare?
Now other villages passed below them. Grey folds ringed one, glistening in Yoh's white light as they closed in upon it.
Craig closed his ears to the screams of the doomed and sent his disc hurtling faster.
Then the black line of the barrier loomed ahead. The blare of amplifiers rose faintly.
Craig turned. "Hover here awhile, while I reconnoiter."
Mutely, Narla nodded. He sped away.
More villages, more djevoda, more grey patches. The amplifiers, bellowing: "Bring in my daughter, Baemae! Bring in my daughter and the alien!"
No refuge.
Craig circled back.
Only now, two discs swayed where one had hung before. And one was sweeping down on the other.