Drake pushed himself up to his feet, unable to stop himself from staring at her a moment longer.
While she was on the phone, the softness in her eyes had been completely genuine.
It was a jarring contrast to the ruthless killing machine that had dominated the garage just moments ago. It was like looking at two completely different people.
Especially that deadpan, affectionate "Love you too, Mom."
It was inexplicably... kind of cute.
But wait.
He had caught snippets of the woman's voice through the phone's speaker.
For some reason, it sounded... really familiar?
Like he had heard that exact cadence before.
Before he could dwell on the thought, Serena slipped her phone away, pulled her hood up, and turned to leave. She clearly had no intention of lingering.
Drake watched her back for two seconds.
He abruptly straightened his spine, pushing past the agonizing pain in his ribs, and planted his boots firmly.
Facing her retreating figure, he snapped off a flawless, crisp military salute.
"Thank you. For tonight."
It was the ultimate sign of respect an Elyndorian soldier could give to a superior warrior.
And a sincere debt of gratitude for saving their lives.
Serena didn't break her stride, merely offering a lazy wave over her shoulder. "Don't mention it."
"I only pulled you out of the fire because you wear the Elyndorian flag."
With that, she disappeared into the shadows of the exit ramp.
Drake wanted to call out and ask for her name, but she was already gone.
Her dark silhouette melted perfectly into the night.
He stood in silence, staring at the empty ramp for a long time.
"Captain," Wolf finally broke the quiet, awe heavily lacing his words. "Who... who exactly is that girl?"
"She's a goddamn phantom."

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