The silence that followed the crash was absolute. The howling blizzards of the Northern Continent seemed to hold their breath. They were shocked into submission by the sheer apocalyptic violence that had just rearranged the local geography.
In the center of the newly formed crater, a mountain of shattered blue crystal and steaming pulverized meat lay entirely motionless.
A pile of snow shifted near the edge of the impact zone.
"Ugh. God damn it," Sebastian grunted.
He pushed himself up out of the drift and his joints popped loudly. His black leather coat was completely torn and his white half-mask was cracked down the middle.
He was covered head-to-toe in a disgusting sticky mixture of freezing blue dragon blood and grey gelatinous brain matter.
He smelled like an open freezer full of rotting fish.
He shook his head to try and clear the ringing from his ears. He pulled his system interface up.
