Chapter 26

The once glorious Cyrus was now unrecognizable as a scorched wreck. The part where it dug head first on the ground was reduced to rubble and as for half of its body parts, only its burnt skeletal framework that feebly stood can be deduced; the ground where it rested blackened by soot and ash.

Fortunately, this remote shoreline of the gulf is devoid of civilians and communities and no one on the ground was caught in the crash.

The ship, or what remained of it, had already cooled down after the last 24 hours thanks to the September rain.

Alec had been treading his way into the once grandiose lobby; now a wet, gloomy ruined interior where sunlight could barely penetrate. He didn't know why he's come here or what he expected to find.

'We're just asking the same questions,' his mind kept repeating. 'Just the same damn questions,'

He closed his eyes, tightened his fist, and thought of