Chapter 97: The Singing Canyons
The journey to the Singing Canyons was a descent into a different kind of alien. The sterile, frozen majesty of the Vault's glacier gave way to a searing, ancient oven of stone. The air shimmered with heat, smelling of baked rock, spicy desert herbs, and the faint, metallic scent of the deep earth. The convoy—a mix of heavy, tracked loaders from the Vault's motor pool, Sandwalker skiffs, and a contingent of Silverfang, Crimson Paw, and Southern warriors on foot—wound its way down a narrow, switchbacking path into the canyon's throat.
