A violent jolt and a deafening crash swept through the entire cabin.
Like a beetle swatted from the sky by an invisible hand, the Shell Ship slammed into the ground, letting out a tremendous, grating crash.
Although the hull itself was constructed from an exceptionally tough material and didn't shatter or deform upon impact, the intense weightlessness from the rapid descent, followed by a final, terrifying jolt that felt like it could rearrange their insides, left everyone on board battered and reeling.
Roland desperately clutched a bitt bolted to the deck beside him, barely managing to stay on his feet.
After a moment of ringing in his ears, the surrounding sounds flooded back in like a tidal wave.
There was the faint creaking of stressed metal, the panicked gasps and curses of the Gray Dwarf crew, and the muffled sound of wind from outside the hull.
He quickly shook his head to clear it, his sharp gaze sweeping over those beside him.
