When the Sky Raiders appear, people stop looking at the sea and run.
Their ships glide on solar wings, their skiffs dive like hawks, and their searchlights cut across cliffs like they’re slicing open secrets.
They don’t raid for gold.
They raid for relics, for old tech, for anything that might change the balance of the world.
And once they’ve chosen a target, they don’t let go.
Their ships glide on solar wings, their skiffs dive like hawks, and their searchlights cut across cliffs like they’re slicing open secrets.
They don’t raid for gold.
They raid for relics, for old tech, for anything that might change the balance of the world.
And once they’ve chosen a target, they don’t let go.
