The cabin was on its side, Hector realized, and the wall of podded Rainlords was above them, threatening to fall and crush all of the militiamen in the room if not for his complex array of iron keeping everyone and everything in place. He reinforced his work along the top with thick iron pillars and freed the militiamen as well. They were slow, but Hector was glad to see that they were moving. He helped Selena onto her feet and hurried out of the cabin with the Hun’Kui militiamen following.
With the vigor from Garovel pumping through his veins and muscles, Hector jumped up onto the side of the fallen in order to get a better view of things.
A literal train wreck. Many of the floodlights were still working, at least, and they offered limited illumination of the surrounding environment. More people were appearing from the wreckage, but he didn’t the worm. Not yet, anyway. He doubted that it left them alone.
Someone was already trying to turn one of the cabins over, he noticed, and someone else was yelling. Oh, at him, apparently. And it was Asad, too.
“Hector!” the Sandlord was saying, while pointing with both arms. He was saying more than that, but Hector could barely make him out of the defeated train’s metallic groans. And the growing rumbling.
There it was. That gargantuan silhouette, slightly lighter than the rest of the darkness in the distance.
Hector jumped down and tried to prepare himself. To concentrate. Against an enemy like this, it was difficult to imagine what he should do, what he could do. If there was anything at all, it had to be related to the recent breakthrough he’d made. That was the only thing going through his head.