Inside the cabin.
Only the faint hum of the propeller could be heard.
The days of constant travel had left everyone exhausted. They sat listlessly in their seats, enjoying a brief moment of respite.
Gruus, however, was pressed against a porthole, a look of utter shock on his face.
His eyes were wide, and thinking he was seeing things, he quickly rubbed them hard.
Then his jaw dropped, and he cried out in disbelief.
"God, what is that?"
Hearing the exclamation, the others resting in the cabin followed his gaze out the window.
On the land shrouded by the polar night.
In the heart of a valley between towering, snow-capped mountains, Gruus saw a stretch of green grassland, visible by the light reflecting off the snow.
The grassland looked utterly out of place, surrounded as it was by a world of ice and snow.
But what surprised him even more was that,
in the center of the grassland, a cluster of brightly lit buildings rose up, like a pearl shimmering in the darkness.
