OLYMPUS

OLYMPUS

"Eerie on the wind, the craft floated toward the ground. At this speed, almost silent – but preceded by a pressure in the ears, and a twist in the gut. It was black and sleek; hard to recognise as anything but an ominous shape in the sky. If it had angles, the naked eye could not discern them. Light seemed to touch its hull and die.

To most in the homeland, this was OLYMPUS. These shapes that flew with arcane speed."