Bab 145: Vincent's Survey to Akarios Island

The roar of the engines filled the cabin of the C-17 Globemaster as it made its steady approach toward Akarios Island. Vincent sat near one of the small windows, his eyes fixed on the landscape below. The City of Ferm, where he had just departed from, was a distant memory now. His mind was consumed with what awaited him on the island, and the weight of the recent events pressed heavily on his thoughts.

Through the small window, Vincent could already see visible signs of battle. Large craters littered the ground like open wounds. Scorched earth stretched in jagged patches, marking the areas where powerful explosions had ripped through the once-pristine terrain. Some sections of the island, particularly closer to the shoreline, were covered in debris—burned-out shells of tanks and vehicles that had been reduced to little more than twisted metal.

"Thirty minutes until landing," the pilot's voice crackled through the intercom, breaking the heavy silence in the cabin.