Far beyond the first killing line of the Undead Skyfall Canyons, where the death mist rolled like an ocean of ash, and the heavens trembled beneath the collision of Quasi-Myths, a small black vessel remained perfectly still.
It did not hide behind mountains, nor did it flee toward the continent's edge. Instead, it floated between shattered cliffs less than a breath away from the battlefield's outer pressure, wrapped in a transparent hourglass-shaped distortion.
Inside the vessel, Ellie's face was pale with anger.
"Old man," She hissed, "have you finally lost your mind?"
Beside her, Lucy's icy eyes were fixed on the projection of the battlefield. Her usual lazy elegance was gone, replaced by a cold stillness.
"You dragged us out of one grave," She said softly, "only to hide us beside the mouth of a larger one."
Nelson stood before the central console, his expression calm, but the hand behind his back was clenched so tightly his knuckles had turned white.
