Grayson Islands

A powerful impact and a deafening roar distracted Antonayos from his meditation and made him open his eyes. The ship lay partially embedded in the ground, its broken bow pointing downwards, and the deck and cabins were littered with motionless or barely moving people. After a few seconds, a sharp pain shot through his leg. Examining the wound, the halekhid sighed in dismay and, trying not to move, carefully settled on the floor, closing his eyes. As long as the cursed collar tightly constricted his neck, there was no point in rushing anywhere.