Chapter 51
Dalton could do nothing but stand and stare. The pod hatch had opened easily enough once the foam cleared; thankfully not too damaged by their rough landing. Blist had been wrong about the pod’s design too. Dregs of grey bubbles still melted into the ground all around, the pod seeming to have spewed foam both internally and externally on contact with the ground. It had saved their lives then and it would likely be the thing that kept them all from dying too quickly. It wasn’t the pod taking his attention though. It was the view. Dalton breathed gently, his eyes ranging over the vast array of colours and textures offered by the landscape. “It’s so beautiful.” Blist almost whispered the words, her voice filled with a quiet reverence. “Yes,” was all Dalton could manage in reply. “So
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