The drop timer clicked down.
5…4…3…2…1…
They jumped.
Freefall into heat and chaos.
The hunt had begun.
They dove into the crater like comets.
The heat clawed at them as they sliced through the thick, ash-choked air. The world below was a writhing canvas of molten rivers, rising geysers, and jagged obsidian cliffs. As they fell, Nioh activated their gliders, a soft ripple across his back armor as semi-organic wings unfurled like blades of dark crystal.
Althea flipped into a dive, rolling her body through the heat columns and curling her legs to spin through a plume of vapor. Her descent was less like falling and more like dancing, her limbs precise, her body limber and fluid. The wind caught her hair as her cryo tinted visor glowed faintly, adapting to the crater's intense glare.
