"Approaching Drywall…"
Northern's eyes sharpened as Drywall sprawled into view. It was expansive and… dark.
'Dark?'
It had taken a few hours to cross the whole of Welster and finally reach Drywall, so it was now late morning. The day star blazed radiant and brilliant, shimmering against the cold air.
The problem was, the closer the Tower drifted toward South Drywall, the darker it became.
Northern stood somewhere in the middle of the encroaching darkness, frowning as he stared into the void.
The crews were rattled and confused.
"What's happening? Night during the day?"
They looked back, but the day remained bright—only as the ship drifted further did the night thicken around them.
Such a phenomenon was nearly impossible. It had never been witnessed before.
Or so they thought, until Ascendant Zion stepped forward hurriedly. He reached Northern with a knowing expression etched across his face.
