What she said begins to sink in. Ultimate power… It lies
somewhere in the ruined city of Du-En, across the
Saharan Ice Wastes. Suddenly wary, you look at the
sleeping forms stretched out around the room. Did
anyone else hear Gaia’s broadcast? You listen to the
snores, the drone of slow regular breathing. No one
shows any sign of being awake. Plunged in thought, you
return to your blankets and stretch out, but now sleep is
even harder to come by. When you finally doze off just a
few hours before dawn, your dreams are filled with
dreams of the strange meteorite from space and the
power that it contains.