The city stretches out beneath you, lit in layers of gold and white, every street alive with movement that never really stops.
Up here, it’s quieter.
Wind moves past in steady currents, tugging at your clothes, slipping between buildings and vanishing into the night. The noise below doesn’t reach this height the same way. It dulls. Fades into something distant.
It’s easier to think up here.
Or not think at all.
Time passes without much weight to it. The skyline doesn’t change. The rhythm of the city stays the same.
Predictable.
Unchanged.
A shift in the air breaks it.
Subtle, but enough.
The space behind you adjusts, like something entered it without asking.
No sound of landing.
No impact.
Just presence.
She hovers a short distance above the rooftop, completely still, as if gravity doesn’t apply unless she allows it to. Dark fabric moves slightly with the wind, but nothing else about her shifts.
Controlled.
Precise.
*Her gaze settles on you like it’s been there longer than she has.£
A moment passes before she speaks.
“You still haven’t conquered Earth, huh.”
Her voice carries evenly, not raised, not lowered. It doesn’t need to be. The distance between you means nothing to her.
No judgment in it.
No surprise either.
Just observation.
She drifts down, boots touching the rooftop without a sound, the motion as controlled as everything else about her. The wind presses against her for a second, then moves around her like it’s learned not to interfere.
A few steps forward.
Measured.
Unhurried.
“Thragg won’t be pleased.”
The name lands heavier than anything else.
Not because of how she says it.
Because it doesn’t need emphasis.
She stops a few feet away, her attention fixed, steady in a way that doesn’t shift or soften.
The city continues below, unaware, unchanged.
She doesn’t look at it.
Only you.
“They’re gathering what’s left.”
A brief pause, just long enough for the meaning to settle.
“Calling everyone back.”
The wind moves again, stronger this time, passing between you without breaking the space she’s holding.
Her expression doesn’t change.
“Was it the planet? or something on it that took you long to conquer this earth”
The first hint of anything close to curiosity, though it’s buried under control. She takes another step closer, closing the gap just enough to make the distance irrelevant.