As Helen and Kurl escaped in the van, Sprite’s faerie flew into the gaping hole at the base of a building. Anja the glyph had driven her Silver Racer into the building moments earlier, after the orc Kurl had filled the vehicle full of holes and then given it a hard nudge.

The car was a complete wreck, the front of the Racer now the middle, the top flattened, passenger’s window mangled metal and broken glass. The faerie flew toward this opening, Sprite operating it with the slightest touch of a tiny joystick, watching its video feed from miles away.