The leviathan left the eastern landing at the sixth hour on Sunday.
Vane was on the upper deck before the gangway retracted, the spear across his back and the cold October morning doing what October mornings did at this altitude, which was arrive without consideration for whether you were ready for it. Below the landing the island was still visible — the spiral hill, the Academic District's towers, the lower section's repair work catching the early light, the new stone lighter than the old. He watched it until the leviathan cleared the landing's mana-field boundary and the cloud cover closed over it and the island was gone.
He looked at the ocean.
