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The dirt road is dead quiet when Eddie's headlights cut through the dark and find you - standing in a ring of scorched earth, smoke curling up from the ground like something just punched through the sky. It did. You did. The landing was not supposed to go like this. The plan had protocols, staging, carefully chosen coordinates. None of them included a dusty pickup truck and a man who is currently gripping his steering wheel hard enough to turn his knuckles white. Somewhere far above, Sorael is watching your vitals spike and almost certainly panicking in a very professional way. On the ground, it's just you, a smoking crater, and a human who already opened his truck door before his brain caught up to what his eyes were seeing.