Chapter 30
THE FORMATION of balloons had left the army base and was making its silent and deadly way over the outskirts of Tiverius, under the cover of menacing clouds and occasional squalls of rain. Seated in the centre of the gondola, in seats normally reserved for ground troops being transported, Sady was uncomfortable in his sonorics suit. He hadn’t worn the suit since his trips to the City of Glass, and the smell of those trips lingered inside. The rank scent of meals consisting of nothing but meat, the restrictive atmosphere, the claustrophobic feel of hearing his own breath echo back at him.
Chevakia was in uncharted territory now. No one knew how bad sonorics was going to get, and how long it would last, how far it would reach and whether or not anyone would survive.
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