Chapter 128: The Spark of War
Vanguard rescue gunships cut through the thick gray fog of the Wildlands.
Blinding white searchlights swept across the desolate landscape. The heavy choppers hovered over the primary mag-lev transit line. This specific route had been heavily fortified and classified as an absolute safe zone for decades.
It was completely ruined.
The rescue teams found the civilian carriages of the Iron Leviathan sitting safely on the tracks miles away from the danger zone. The heavy blast doors were sealed. Every single passenger was alive and unharmed.
But the front of the train was gone.
The massive durasteel bridge spanning the Miasma Gorge had been entirely obliterated. Jagged metal hung over the bottomless, toxic abyss. The private Vanguard Ambassador lounge, carrying the absolute best students of the Academy, was nowhere to be found.
There was only one logical conclusion. The VIP carriage had fallen into the ravine.
