Fiction: Group 3
airship cloaked in clouds, a thunderous roar echoed around the archipelago and a volcano of sparks and
flames erupted from the forest in the distance. Liquid fire flowed down the hill, reaching out with burning
fingers and grabbing trees, turning them to ashes, and the Machines and Scourge soldiers, mangled and
contorted by the flames, screamed in horror, one last time.
But the
Enigma Drift
had escaped unscathed, and September and Cal were floating away, rising
high into the air, as the inferno blazed beneath them, swallowing tree and soldier and Machine alike.
Light flooded into the sky and the windows of the airship, and underneath them they could see the
Pearl River Delta, its waters shimmering and iridescent, stretching away into eternity, and they watched
until the city was hidden by the clouds.
