"It doesn't."
A gentle, graceful voice caused all three of them to turn around at once.
Sylvia's voice came from behind them. When Revan turned, she was already walking over from the head of the column, a folded piece of parchment in her hand. Cassian was two steps behind her.
She crouched beside the cluster of remains without hesitation and unfolded the parchment flat against the frozen ground.
"Based on our bearing and distance from the wreckage, we should be somewhere around this area."
Revan leaned over, intrigued
He scanned the area around her fingertip. Checked the scale markings. Traced the entire southeastern corridor from the wreck site to the edge of the map.
There was nothing. Just elevation lines and geological markers. The entire stretch of wasteland they'd been walking through was completely blank, as if nobody had ever built anything here.
Revan furrowed his brows. He blinked three times, wondering if it was just a hallucination.
'What the hell'
