At long last, Professor Wilks had the funding he needed to explore the underwater temple far to the south, in Mapicha. After a night of drinking to celebrate with his wife and closest friends, he departed with two of his assistants and a dive team for the Southern Continent. They flew by jet, and the leagues disappeared behind them quickly.
Professor Wilks was thankful when the jet arrived and sank slowly to the ground on the landing pad. They landed just in time to avoid flying in the approaching storm, and were grateful for the nearby shelter of the small airport’s building. Read the rest of this entry »
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