Every drop of Steam on Synthara climbs out of one prison sunk ninety-nine floors into the desert rock, and no one who goes in has ever walked back out. The Freelancers — the crew that takes the jobs nobody else survives — weren't sentenced there; they broke in, because the truth at the bottom of the Crater was never meant to leave it
Every drop of Steam on Synthara climbs out of one prison sunk ninety-nine floors into the desert rock, and no one who goes in has ever walked back out. The Freelancers — the crew that takes the jobs nobody else survives — weren't sentenced there; they broke in, because the truth at the bottom of the Crater was never meant to leave it