The Titanium Eagle touched down inside the towering, rust-red chasm of Valles Marineris with a soft, frictionless landing. As the landing gear locked into the Martian dust, the group erupted into cheers, clapping Matt on the back before making their way down to the suit bay.
They quickly pulled on their streamlined vacuum suits, adjusting the lightweight, carbon-nanotube frames over their clothes. Everyone dressed except Yanxia—at her current tier of cultivation, the freezing Martian atmosphere and thin air held nothing that could touch her, so she saw no need for a suit.
Moments later, the boarding platform extended down onto the ancient red soil.
