Outside the window of the hovercraft, the infinite forest fades in a light mist toward the horizon.
Green everywhere, broken only by the meandering flows of the occasional river.
But the beep signalling the position of Ameristar is louder every second that pass. And Chance is piloting the “ufo-craft” right toward the source.
“Look there, hour twelve !” says the swedish. I look, and out of the mist a big, bulking structure appears. A very steep pyramid, higher than the Eiffel tower, and lusciously overgrown with vegetation.
“The tower of Cuccubao” I whisper.
“Reach Ameristar and the other guy, I’ll go to give a sight to the place” I say, opening a hatch and jumping outside, before Chance could stop me.
I spread my feathers, and begin to glide toward the Tower.
