The darkness split open. White light and freezing air rushed in. Eberardo gasped and threw himself into the light.
He landed on a great snowy plain among thousands of other machines, also ejecting people. Some singly, others by pairs or even dozens.
“Lajos!” he yelled, searching. “Where are you?”
His eyes landed on the Ring. It was immense compared to his own. It was not quite complete.
A rumbling sound made him turn. Others turned too. Many gasped or cried and some even ran. All he saw were three black smudges that grew larger as the rumbling sound grew louder.