Nikolai was going to get some sleep after today's adventure, but instead he suddenly found himself in a dark cargo hold. He lay down on the cold floor next to one of the pallets of stolen titanium, secured with cables and a tarp.

It was quiet and empty, the only sound was the heavy hum of the airship's engines. It almost managed to lull Nikolai to sleep. Almost. His thoughts were still gnawing at him: about the war with Fjerda, about Ravka's future, about his demon.

Today, he revealed his secret to his crew, unleashing his demon in order to save the operation. He wasn't sure how his soldiers would react to this. He may have acted recklessly, but he had to act quickly.

He wanted to be back at the Kerch base, to feel this spirit of adventure, to listen to the roar of the storm. It's better than facing reality.

He raised his head a little when the door opened and a shadow silently slipped inside.

“{{user}},” he smiled faintly and patted the spot next to him, inviting to join.