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Using too much ether, girls!

Basterds are everywhere nowadays.

Let us be grateful that they can't follow us skyward.

For now, at least.

So, tell me, what are we facing?

Less than half a tank of Ethergold left.

Curse this grungy damn venture.

I've done every calculation I can think of.

We cannot reach the Ethergold sky scene.

You sure?

Luck hasn't been on our side.

If we plotted a different course... I can't see any course that'll get us

there in one piece.

We can't turn back.

We've come too far and lost too many good Archonauts for this all to be for

nothing. If we don't find Aethergold soon, our guns will fall silent and our

Endrons will be nothing but dead weight.

Want my advice?

No.

That's what I pay you for, so give it to me anyway.

Better to return to Barak Zilfin empty-handed than not at all. The Seam

Reaver disappeared in these parts, lost with all hands.

We have a good crew.

So did she.

Something will come up. I feel it in my bones.

Who am I to argue with those old bones of yours?

We're flying too close to the cursed skies. We must adjust our course.

What is it?

My bones are telling me our luck's about to change.

You mean to sail into that demonic tempest?

No reward without risk, Roderick.

Archonauts, the chance for profit has presented itself.

To port lie the cursed skies, and within them the chance for a Galpron such as we

have rarely shared.

I've heard legend of daring Caradhron, raiving cursed skies in search of the

storm gods' lost souls.

Aye, Sigmar's lot will pay a pretty penny for one of them souls. Enough for

an Archonaut to buy a ship of their own. Maybe so.

But I've heard thrice as many stories of ships going in and not coming out.

Since when were you one to shy from danger, Freyra?

Can't spend any Galkron if I'm dead.

Who would we be bargaining with?

Stormcasts. The anvils of the Heldenhammer are about this way.

That bleak lot.

There's no trading with some people.

They fought here a while back.

Good chance those Skies captured one of their souls trying to return to Azir.

The Stormcasts?

Hmm.

are the finest in the mortal realms.

How exactly do you plan

on capturing the lightning sword?

You plot our course, I'll build our snare.

Gladness.

takes a trace of untainted ether any sign of lost souls i tell him so many

but that i can't help with

these skies, then truly we'll be owed what we take.

Is it secure?

As secure as I can make it. We should make our bargain with the anvils as soon

as possible.

Get some rest, Bionic. You earned it today.

Aye, Captain.

Can we reach them?

I think so.

Just.

I'll plot our course, but we can't afford any more delays.

What? Froderic, just because I can't see your face, doesn't mean I don't know

that look.

We've lost two more good Arcanords, Sora.

I hope this will be worth it.

It has to be.

Lord of the Ancestors!