Chapter 24: Infernal Ice Bastion. [Bonus]
[A/N: Here's a chap for completing our power stone goal this week!]
The inside of the carrier was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that came not from peace but from sheer, overwhelming exhaustion.
The air was thick with the scent of burned flesh, metal, and faint traces of blood from wounded passengers.
Every seat was packed, but no one spoke. The silence was louder than any scream.
Creed sat stiffly in his seat, wedged between Layla and the middle-aged woman who had saved his life with a single order.
The rumble of the engines beneath their feet was the only reminder that they were still moving. Still alive, for now.
He glanced around at the massive interior. The carrier was enormous, like a futuristic combination of a jet and a spaceship, designed for speed and efficiency.
It was nothing like the primitive airplanes from Earth that he remembered.
It was wider, sleeker, and equipped with engines that could cross entire regions in a matter of hours, it was the pinnacle of human engineering in this brutal new world.
Each row was lined with reinforced seats and emergency gear, a reminder that even inside, danger was never too far away.
But none of that mattered to Creed. His mind was still spinning.