The journey to Quruize Citadel continued without resistance.
Hours passed in relative peace, the Landship gliding smoothly across the vast expanse of Carcosa's desolate terrain. The screw-propellers churned through the uneven ground, parting the land beneath it like a vessel cutting through an unseen ocean. The bastioneers remained vigilant, but the night had yet to bring forth any compelling obstacles beyond the anomaly of the Autogenetic Aurora.
Which I ended up abusing for my own benefits.
It was a rare luxury—one I knew better than to take for granted.
The Ordeal of the Midnight was only two hours away.