One moment the hills were there, wide open and safe, the next there were loud noises, acrid smells and pain that one may or may not recover from.
The train came barreling down the sky, only to come to a screeching halt as the colossal dragon swooped up back to the clouds, roaring, and warning them never to go that high up again.
Passengers flew in all directions; including Phthonus, Kali, Isa, Emine, and more.
. . .
A few moments of hustled chaos pass, and the dust clears.
As smoke began to ascend up into the air, the steady coughs of passengers trying to clear their airways began to echo through the crash site
Disheveled, Aletha struggled to pick herself up. A loud ringing in the back of her head caught her attention.
Her sight was blurred, yet she still proceeded to stumble forward. The more she ambled on the strangely untouched terrain, the more dizzier she felt.
