The hovercraft continued to shake whenever it passed over even the slightest unevenness of the terrain below.
It had no problem gliding through the air like some sort of levitating ski-man riding down the mountain but in reverse. Yet, even a few meters deep chasm, as long as it was wider or longer than three, or four meters, would cause the ship to rapidly plummet for a moment, sending my guts to hell and back.
Still, in the climb mode, there was little to no fear of actually crashing down, for even if we plummeted low enough for it to be an issue, the moment we neared any point of the ground that we could crash again, the hypermagnets of the vehicle would pick up the slack and kill our undesired dive.
This knowledge didn't make it from my conscious part to inform the specific department of my instincts, making my entire body tense up and feel as if I was dropping to my death with every, even slightest turbulence.
