CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
It felt somewhat surreal to Eva, as the alien vista below roared past. The tiny transport in this strange world of enormity felt so fragile, so exposed. The land beneath them was colossal; they had been moving at what must have been several times the speed of sound for hours by her reckoning. At the very least, Eva felt a primal sense of terror.
This ship, traversing a place most feared and some dismissed as story, used power taken from the souls of dead people, some of which were destined for Heaven, and all of which could be snuffed out at a moments’ notice by either overuse or an attack from the ice domain beyond. Around them the red sky swirled; Earth or a representation of it was occasionally visible in the sky. They were joined to Hell by a near-constant river
