While Delilah remained chained aboard the Northern Mist with her sole companion being the insufferable Holly, the NeverLight crew finally reached land thanks to Kysa's devastating attack.
The shore led into what looked like a forest. They'd hoped for a welcoming committee from the Ashen Ages, but theirs was the only ship visible for miles, and the place was completely deserted.
Still, the crew was grateful to step off the ship finally. This was land; white soil studded with small, shiny stones hard enough to split a skull—something they hadn't experienced in what felt like forever.
Leto lay flat on the ground, buttons open, his green hair splayed across the surface. He breathed desperately, as if the air were trying to escape.
Jihriel had bounced back, finally moving past the terror Ancient Light, his Nemesis, had subjected him to. His confident smile was back in place. Hazard remained as relaxed and mysterious as ever, and Thor's smile just made him look more like a villain.
