[They paused on the moon just long enough for Kratos to give some orders regarding the search for aionis -- and, belatedly, materials which might burn hot enough to melt it. There is no reason to believe another Eternal Ring needs to be forged, but Kratos prefers to be thorough.
[One of the scientists shoves some equipment into his hands to test the soil around Skulduggery's island, with the reasoning that the mana-dense areas of the planet are more likely to yield results. It's logical enough, but Kratos hands these off to Skulduggery so he can carry Skulduggery during the flight.
[Then it's up through the moon's dust-cloud and toward the debris field as a flash of light. The planet's rotation has progressed enough that Kratos has to come at it from a long arc, matching the speed and trajectory of the majority of the debris; even still, Guardian flares a few times before they're low enough in orbit to be clear of the field. By that point they're on the cusp of sunlight and the star blooms bright around the planet's curve; Kratos shuts off his eyesight and navigates his way down using his sense of light and the planet's electric field.
[Soon enough air-mana rises up around them as they descend into the atmosphere, and gravity's pull is directed more into the planet's ground than around its orbit. The morning is still early, but it's late enough that with the atmosphere the sun's glare is dulled, turning the sky brilliant blue. Sight goes on again, and Kratos coasts lower, shaking off his higher wings for the more subtle blue shards, searching the unfamiliar terrain for the landmarks he'd noted in the dark. Which all look very different, now.
[... Possibly he should ask. He sends Skulduggery a gentle prodding query for direction.]
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[One of the scientists shoves some equipment into his hands to test the soil around Skulduggery's island, with the reasoning that the mana-dense areas of the planet are more likely to yield results. It's logical enough, but Kratos hands these off to Skulduggery so he can carry Skulduggery during the flight.
[Then it's up through the moon's dust-cloud and toward the debris field as a flash of light. The planet's rotation has progressed enough that Kratos has to come at it from a long arc, matching the speed and trajectory of the majority of the debris; even still, Guardian flares a few times before they're low enough in orbit to be clear of the field. By that point they're on the cusp of sunlight and the star blooms bright around the planet's curve; Kratos shuts off his eyesight and navigates his way down using his sense of light and the planet's electric field.
[Soon enough air-mana rises up around them as they descend into the atmosphere, and gravity's pull is directed more into the planet's ground than around its orbit. The morning is still early, but it's late enough that with the atmosphere the sun's glare is dulled, turning the sky brilliant blue. Sight goes on again, and Kratos coasts lower, shaking off his higher wings for the more subtle blue shards, searching the unfamiliar terrain for the landmarks he'd noted in the dark. Which all look very different, now.
[... Possibly he should ask. He sends Skulduggery a gentle prodding query for direction.]