[SP-PT-F26] Icarus Fallen

[Morningstar 0]

He flickered to life.

Smoke plumed high into the air, dark and wispy. On-lookers gathered round, worried eyes and parted lips on every face he could see. Everything ached.

He remembered the ship coming apart, fire and explosions all around, and then the fall. It should have killed him, but the last minute activation of a Blessing of the Wood shieled him just enough to stop his health bar from hitting zero.

It couldn't stop the rest of the damage, though. How the system planned on rebuilding Ladonia, Morningstar couldn't fathom. The ship had ripped to pieces in the sky, leaving everything to fall back down upon the city. Buildings were crushed beneath the weight of singed metal. Injured civilians were receiving treatment in areas cleared of debris. Smoke plumed high.

The escape pod had stayed intact despite the wreckage. He had watched it arc below the clouds and then vanish from his field of view. That was the last time he saw Nari-Lanreth. She wasn't dead--at least, he didn't think so--only inactive. A ghost. A memory.

Frontliners came and went, he learned. The raid party of today looked entirely different than the group that first stepped onto Floor 2. And by Floor 50, it would change again. Players left, and those who didn't eventually died. They had seen it a million times before. Invincible players fell the hardest.

Smoke plumed high.