Trazyn slammed the acceleration glyph.
The ark’s keel ploughed into the mountainside, grinding an Immortal to scraps between the living metal hull and the jagged lava rock. The other three clambered aboard, gauss blasters locked to their backs, using all their strength to haul themselves up the hurtling Ghost Ark towards Trazyn.
The Timesplinter Cloak’s matrix trilled a warning and Trazyn ducked hard to one side, sliding his fingers along the control orb in a roll. The world spun. Mountain and sky. Ground and sea.

The Infinite and the Divine