"I'm so tired..." whispers a little girl to herself in anguish. She trips and stumbles trying to find a place to rest. Gasping to catch her breath she sees a small space between two cars charred during the horrid event that scarred the world, The Great Incursion. As heavy winds push her about, she quickly crawls into the space feeling more at ease.
She peeks out and brushes her long, ebony hair away from her dirtied face. The area is desolate and left with only crumbling buildings and rusting vehicles. Her teeth clench as she presses on her arm injured from an earlier encounter with slavers just outside of the city.
For days she has been searching for this city. The out-land survivors call it, Ventosus Provincialis. The center levitates above its destroyed remnants. It is an enormous piece of land protected by an indestructible dome that can only be entered through two cargo bay doors each located underneath one facing north and the other south. The base of the land is encased in an ot