Guardian AwakeningChapter 21 The AI Core
The soft breathing of Aesia sleeping curled tightly against him was the only thing that broke the silence of the room. Tristan stared at the ceiling, the room lit only by the soft glow of a night light shining through the half open door from the hall. He had spoken with Da'ren and appraised the rest of the League's commanders of the current situation with the Sicceian's. He had ordered the nearest battle fleet to Mylia, but it would not arrive for at least three and a half weeks. He...