The TRXDENT was silent again. In the Lowlands, that was the only thanks a Grease-Ghost ever got.
Elara slumped against the cooling casing, her lungs burning. She looked out at the narrow streets of Piasta, where people were already returning to their shops and stalls, barely acknowledging the miracle that had just occurred. PIASTA TRXDENT
She slammed the canister into the intake valve. White frost exploded across the obsidian surface. The shriek turned into a low, guttural growl. The ground beneath Piasta shook, knocking the district's residents—mostly scavengers and mechanics—to their knees. "Now, Pip! Blow the vents!" The TRXDENT was silent again
The lights in the Upper Tier stabilized. The screaming stopped. PIASTA TRXDENT