Ravus was the worst at giving directions.
Worse than Prompto, and Prompto always got distracted halfway there and started talking about chocobos or some other shit and forgot where they were even going. But at least with Prompto they just stopped to pick up ice cream and went to the arcade by default, so it didn't really matter.
But Ravus was just shit. He didn't know where they were going and was too much of an ass to admit it so mostly they were driving around in circles and there wasn't even ice cream.
Actually, Noct was pretty sure they had passed that ice cream shop. It was going to take a while to put it back in working order…
If they ever got the imperials out of the city.
And the daemons.
And if the owner was still alive.
Alright. Ice cream was shit. More important stuff to worry about right now.
They were way out of downtown when Ravus finally found what he wanted—the Magitek engine sitting in the Citadel Square and swarming with MTs.
"You know, if you said you were looking for this I coulda told you it was here," Noctis said.
"I told you precisely what we were looking for," Ravus snapped.
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever makes you feel better about yourself."
Never mind the fact that they had wasted like an hour driving around and people were dying and the Crownsguard radio had been real quiet for a while.
Ravus snarled at him and got out of the car. Noct got out as well, but he wasn't going in there unless they started shooting at Ravus. And even then maybe not until after they hit him a couple times.
Alright, fine. Before they hit him.
"Uh… guys…?" Prompto said.
Noct turned. Due south, where all the Crownsguards and Kingsglaives had gone, a massive imperial ship was flying in a slightly-less-massive daemon. It was a daemon, wasn't it? Noct couldn't think what else it might have been, but holy hell!
It hit the ground up by the warehouses. Its wing-like shoulders opened up and—were those missiles coming out of its shoulders?
Holy hell. That wasn't a daemon. It was a weapon.
They rained down across the industrial district. Fires popped up all over the hillside; just puffs of flame at first, but not for long. Even from the center of the city, the thing looked as big as Noct's fist. It must have been as tall as the Gods damned Citadel.
"Iris is up there," Gladio said.
"Everyone is up there, Gladio," Noct growled at him.
The entire Crownsguard. The entire Kingsglaive. Ignis. Iris. Cor. Hell, the only person he knew that might have been safe was Luna.
He sure hoped she was safe.
They definitely weren't safe.
Behind them, the MTs standing around the ship began to march away toward the center of the square.
Ravus appeared at the mouth of the imperial ship. "You could stand there, worthless, all night, or we could fly over. Your choice."
Yeah, sure. Getting into an imperial ship with the high commander. What could possibly go wrong?
Then again, what wasn't already going wrong?