HIS REJECTED GODDESS
We jumped.
The moment we crossed the invisible threshold of the crater's rim, the terrifying, terminal-velocity drop vanished. The lunar gravity grabbed us, violently decelerating our fall. We drifted down to the base of the massive silver cathedral like feathers settling on a pond, landing softly on the scarred granite where the meteor was fused to the mountain.
"It feels... wrong," Cord muttered, staring at his massive, heavy boots. The seventy-two-year-old Master Forge was practically floating, the sheer celestial pull stripping his massive physical weight away.
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