Chapter 13.2

[Face it, Heritor of Astral… face the Shadow of Death, and prove thy era’s worth.]

Soren’s eyes snapped open, and he shot up with a gasp, hearing a sharp yelp at his side. Glancing over, a frazzled Syr was who greeted him, the Alf’s ears tilted downwards as she stared in surprise.

“S-Sorry…” Soren put a hand to his head, feeling it throb. “What happened after the crash?”

“Well, thankfully everyone is in one piece,” said Syr. “Besides, well… the carrier.”

Looking around, with his head now clearing, Soren was able to take in the aftermath of their crash.

Light was streaming down through the gouge the carrier had carved through the treetops, and the all too damaged flyer was jutting from a deep rut, its damaged engines billowing dark smoke upwards. The rut it had carved was filled with debris from the ground it had torn up, and more than a few pieces of the carrier itself.