Time Remaining: 36 Days, 15 Hours, 30 Minutes. (Status: On the ground. Bruised. Sand acquired. The Wyrm is hunting.) Location: Sector 3 - The Glass Plains (Base of the Fallen Tower).
The silence following the crash was deafening.
The airship Icarus had hit the glass plains with the force of a falling skyscraper. It hadn't exploded—there was no fuel left—but it had shattered. The massive steel skeleton of the hull lay twisted on the ground, a ruin of canvas and iron. Dust and sand hung in the air like a gold fog.
Arthur coughed, spitting grit. He rolled over onto his back, staring up at the empty sky where the tower used to be. "Ribs check," he groaned.
Vivian sat up next to him. She looked like a sugar cookie, completely coated in sand. She shook her head, sending a spray of grit everywhere. "I am alive," she announced, sounding surprised. "That was... statistically unlikely."
