"Drop the anchors!" Kaelen yelled, slamming a grounding rod into the sand to divert the charge. "We aren't leaving without the Glass."
The storm roared, the sky turned a bruised purple, and the hunt began. HDPlanet Dune
"Static-Wyrm," Mira hissed, her hand flying to her flare gun. "Drop the anchors
But as they slid down the slope toward the prize, the ground began to vibrate. It wasn't the wind. The hum of the dunes shifted from a melodic drone to a rhythmic, thumping growl. But as they slid down the slope toward
"Check the oscillation, Kael," a voice crackled in his ear. It was Mira, perched on the ridge of a crest that looked like a frozen tidal wave. "The storm’s pulling the static toward the north. If we don’t find the wreck now, the magnetism will bury it for another decade."