They were left with a mere hour, a thin thread of time, until darkness swallowed them whole, its insidious grasp threatening to devour every last vestige of hope. The crash of their ill-fated aircraft had thrust them into a realm of dire circumstances, but now they teetered on the edge of an abyss even more treacherous.
The White Fangs, a range of mountains draped in impenetrable mystery, dared to defy the heavens, their majestic peaks untouched, their secrets buried within uncharted depths. Venturing into the heart of The Fangs was a rarity, witnessed by only a fortunate few. In the bleak aftermath of their shattered world, a mere twelve exploratory expeditions had etched their perilous mark in the three years since the end came. These audacious aerial forays danced perilously on the precipice of extraordinary danger, their fate hinging not only on the treacherous landscape sprawling beneath them but also on the flying abominations that reigned supreme above.
Yet, despite the state-of-the-art technology adorning the Pegasus, with its ostentatious array of instruments—compasses and transmitters—its effectiveness proved woefully inadequate against this daunting challenge. No guiding beacons emerged from the depths of the unforgiving terrain, leaving no fixed point to anchor their desperate pleas for direction. Meanwhile, the compasses themselves, overwhelmed by the potent magnetic field saturating the vicinity, spun in bewildered disarray, helpless against the relentless chaos of the environment. Now they were stranded in the most unforgiving terrain imaginable.
They were all going to die.
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Horizon Lost
HorrorThe last plane out of Nevermore crash lands in the White Fangs. This is the story of the survivors. A life-and-death struggle against the unforgiving elements and an eldritch abomination stalking them. Ongoing+
