He could still picture it in his mind's eye: the Princess Hortense— war machine, false passenger cruiser, botched escape route— careening across the sky like an impending meteor and painting the Katamenian landscape with hues of reds, yellows, and soot-pitch blacks.
Cabal forced himself to confront the aeroship's burning wreckage... and the very low probability of any survivors.
The less rational part of him desperately hoped Miss Leonie Barrow had escaped anyway.
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Burning Sky - Johannes Cabal
Date: 2025-06-25 05:48 am (UTC)Cabal forced himself to confront the aeroship's burning wreckage... and the very low probability of any survivors.
The less rational part of him desperately hoped Miss Leonie Barrow had escaped anyway.