The skies over Isla Kela were a deep grey with the thick plumes of clouds lining them in lockstep rows that blotted out all light from the supposedly full moon. Cassia paced nervously as he looked upwards, internally cursing the sky for ruining his plans before they had even begun. Atlantis was a strangely oppressive environment and he was glad he had decided to take Wollemia to the surface for this; he just wished for better timing. As he awkwardly kicked the d...
