The ship descended through layers of thick gray clouds, its hull rattling from the turbulent winds of Sacre's atmosphere. Below, the planet stretched wide, covered in sprawling forests of blackwood trees, mountains that cut the skies like jagged fangs, and valleys glowing faintly under the silver hue of three moons.
The vessel touched the rocky ground with a heavy thud, engines roaring before falling silent. For a moment, there was only the howl of wind rushing across the barren plateau. Then, with a hiss of hydraulics, the gates of the ship slowly opened.
Aamir stepped forward, his cloak trailing behind him as he was the first to emerge. King Seemus and a host of armored werewolves followed, their eyes gleaming faintly gold in the alien light.
Aamir inhaled deeply, and immediately his expression changed. The air was sharp, heavy with the scent of iron and damp earth. His senses buzzed in strange ways, the energy of the planet seeping into his skin.
