Frostbound

Hendricks

The trip to St. Louis was entirely too long and arduous, but he and his team were finally here. Not that the endpoint had anything flashy enough to be excited about. Most of the Pylon Cities they passed through on the way here were... sparse with their accommodations.

Not that he would complain, as most had much bigger problems than an appropriately furnished inn.

Gonzalez joked that they were the modern pioneers, traveling for months on end Westward like they were on the Oregon Trail. Going from the coast to the middle of the country made for a less-than-pleasant trip and every member of his team was ready for the days on the road to be over.

St. Louis wasn't at all how he remembered it. He hadn't been here recently, but even if he had been, it would still be remarkably different.

The City itself had seen better days.

A once busy and populous City had been mostly reduced to ruins. The River splitting it down the center did more harm than good, cutting the entire city in two.

Every bridge that used to span it was thoroughly destroyed during the terraforming and another had yet to be built. Hendricks had assumed that at least something had been done to allow crossing, but he was mistaken.

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Hendricks' mission was to find the obelisk and confirm the intel they had.

Which was made impossible if he couldn't cross the river to see it.

"Jackson, you've got a Water affinity, you think we can swim it?" he asked.

The team arrived the previous evening and got some well-deserved rest in a... questionable inn but were now standing before the monstrosity that hindered their journey.