Since this site broke for a while, but seems to be back now, here's a preview of the start of the previously mentioned volume 7 sequel: Of Trust Falls and Fallen Men
This wasn't right.
Weiss was the first to point it out as they drifted every closer to Atlas, and that wasn't a surprise. She grew up in the kingdom, she was better equipped to pick up on any subtle differences—any subtle wrongness—in the kingdom faster than anyone else. But it didn't take an Atlesian citizen to realize that Atlas's entire air fleet circling above the City in the Sky meant something was amiss. And it didn't take an Atlas operative to realize they were on high alert, like they were ready to strike at any given point. Like they were ready to go to war.
It had been way too long of a day to finally make it to their destination and be greeted by something like this. He could feel the happy, comfortable energy from just a few moments ago quickly depleting from his friends. Just as quickly, he felt another weight piling onto him after he felt like he could finally set some down for good.
Oscar pushed himself away from the window at the back of the airship and made his way to the front as the ship's com came to life. A woman's voice crackled over the radio, welcoming them—the ship—home and instructing them to land at a docking bay. Well, the good news at least what that they weren't entering Atlas in a perceived stolen airship, right? Cordovin kept true to her word in that regard, so at least they wouldn't be immediately shot down on sight. Still though, they definitely were not the ship's original crew, and he couldn't imagine what would happen if they landed and hopped out of the ship in the middle of Atlas's fleet hub. That…probably wasn't going to end well, not when everything was like this. Not when Atlas was on high alert.
This wasn't right, and a small sense of dread was already building in his mind. He didn't like the implications of this at all.