The descent from the floating dreadnought was an exercise in absolute, terrifying silence. Raven had wrapped the four of them in a dense, suffocating sphere of pure shadow, completely masking their physical forms and magical signatures from the thousands of red-eyed drones swarming the smog-choked skies above. They plummeted like a single drop of ink falling through a turbulent grey ocean, bypassing the chaotic aerial warfare entirely.
