He'd been here for a whole year, even going through his first evolution a few months back. His arrival had been very rough, and if not for his extreme luck to crash into marshy land, he would have died right on entry.
He knew because he had seen one happen live. He had been scavenging for food in this barren, abyssal-looking land, living like an animal for months, when one day, he spotted something falling from the sky. It took him a while to realize that it wasn't something, but rather, someone—totally unconscious. Small mercies. That was the only saving grace. The person's death was utterly gruesome.
First, the spatial distortion and entry point started from a very high altitude, much higher than Jet estimated his own entry point to have been.
The person's fall started from so high up that even if they had been heading right for the marshes, the impact would have still resulted in instant death. And yet, this person's trajectory was right towards dry, hard-caked ground.
