Fireworks and storm wove together; in an instant the blazing-white gale swept over this land, the forest of obelisks standing firm within the storm, coldly watching this centuries-long conflict.
Lorenzo could no longer track the Pioneer or Edlun; he could only feel wave after wave of violent erosion being unleashed, and vaguely hear the sound of shattering steel.
Watson was also standing there in a daze. It wasn't the battle between the Pioneer and Edlun that stunned her, nor was she pondering because the bygone story had been exposed.
She heard it.
Watson was certain; she believed she had heard it.
"Downward…"
The blurred voice echoed inside the Black Angel, carrying the buzz of static.
"Go… down…"
