It took 11 hours for the Train-City, to deliver me to Ramad. I hung out with Alexander and the others on the way.
As the hovercraft descended, I caught my first clear view of the Gray Family's continent: Ramad—a vast sprawl of controlled landscape, stretching endlessly under an overcast sky. The land below wasn't wild or untouched; it was meticulously arranged, as if every tree and stream had been placed with purpose. Terraformed with purpose.
'How exaggerated,'
"Land further out," I told the pilot.
The hovercraft lowered to just above the ground, far away from the city.
