They all filed out of the narrow gunner hall, and Hector was the last to exit, so he got a good look at the worm’s acidic sludge eating through the train.
That was going to be a problem, he knew. But on the bright side, at least it wasn’t anywhere near as potent as, say, the Seadevil’s acid had been.
Tremors ran through the length of the train. He heard the screech of metal-on-metal and felt the train beginning to slow.
‘They’re gumming up the tracks,’ said Garovel. ‘If we don’t stop them--’
The whole train lurched downward briefly, as if an enormous mass had just fallen on top of it, but the train kept going.
‘What’s happening?’ he asked.
‘It reassembled itself,’ said Garovel.
Hector didn’t understand. ‘Wha--?’
‘It’s all one worm again,’ the reaper said.
Hector was still confused. Just like that? It was already--?
The cabin train heaved again, this time to the side and more violently than ever. Hector had a split second to brace not only himself but also all of the militiamen in the cabin.
They were the priority, obviously.
A network of iron harnesses materialized in an instant around every Hun’Kui in the room.
The cabin rolled, and Hector and Selena both went sailing into the wall, then back into the opposite one, then up into the ceiling, the floor, the wall again, over and over, until the train finally eased to a stop again.
A stop, he realized. The train was no longer moving.
That was extremely bad.
His arm, leg, and spine all needed time to realign, but he forced himself to sit up anyway. Things were only going to get worse if he didn’t move his ass, he knew.