Dire News
Constella fell on her backside and panted heavily. Despite the frigid cold, her body was slick with sweat causing her clothes to stick to her lithe body. But there wasn't anyone on top of the ship to appreciate the view.
That's because similar to her, everyone was facing varying degrees of exhaustion, and as long as she wasn't in danger, nobody felt inclined to check up on her.
She didn't have the energy to get checked up either and just wanted to lie down.
The past few hours had been harrowing, to say the least. The entourage had been assaulted by the nature of the hidden realm and no one came out unscathed.
The Apex-ranked beings did their best to hold off the fierce weather for hours, and even then, the ships still suffered from various degrees of damage.
Many had large sheets of ice on their surfaces, others had holes in their hulls, some had destroyed engines, and more than a few had all three of these problems and more.