At the controls, former Uni-Fleet Captain Balt Donovan flew slowly across the site of the gathering. A few of the fallen still stirred, though most were clearly dead, many burned almost to cinders. Fear mixed with a horrible rage curdled in his belly. The vicious deception and wanton g******e had occurred here went beyond despicable. If Jayce had survived, which looked increasingly unlikely, how bitter he would be to have played a part in it. Knowing what a caring and honorable man Jayce was, Balt fought against pain-induced nausea. Jayce would probably be near suicidal. As for himself, he wanted nothing more than to leave this place and hope the memory did not follow him.
He had seen far too much and the sights were gruesome.
He shook off the cold hand of despair. No, I can’t leave with
