Tethys burned.

Red Myra sonic-boomed her way into the choking atmosphere.

At the wheel, Varangr weaved the ship at sharp angles, avoiding great pillars of black smoke.

Etzli crowded into the cockpit with Greenleaf and Malcolm, where their hot breaths and body odors filled the cramped space with the stink of anxiety. They all smushed up against Varangr's back and stared out at the chaos below.

"I've never seen anything like this," Etzli ...