It explodes with blue energy! A few wisps of purple also escapes. Once the dust clears, though, it is indeed now interpolated into dust.

The automated defenses may activate, Revali murmurs. When you leave. The fie ld   tu    rts will atte mpt to a  tt

The rest of it is inaudible.

"Well, I hope none of it shoots your TV."

He hops out the exit and dives till he likes the angle for snapping his wings out.

It is VERY COLD outside but fortunately he is a demon. As he dives, large floating drones in a similar style to the thing that attacked him onboard turn and shoot at him, but he's a small target, the beams are slow-moving on these distance scales, and they aren't doing any trajectory correction, so they'll miss him even if he doesn't particularly try to dodge.

He'll blow them up anyway, they might shoot anyone lasering wildly like that. Boom boom boom boom.

Gliiiiide.

They are blown up!

As he breaks through the cloud layer, Hyrule unveils itself beneath him.

It is very early morning, the sky beginning to turn light, but the sun's not visible over the horizon yet. The land is still mostly dark, but can be made out.

Straight down is what must be Rito Village, an assemblage of huts and hanging bridges built up around a rock spire rising from a large lake. On three sides it's bracketed by mountains, but to the east a long bridge opens it to a stretch hills and mesas dotted with lakes and passes, cleaved by a steep canyon that cut northeast to southwest, running far and out of sight.

Farther to the southeast stretches a great plain scattered with visible signs of (possibly erstwhile) settlement: towns, farms, roads. It's hard to make out details at a distance, but it's crowned at the north by a city with a dilapidated castle. Past the central plains are mountains, forests and wetland. There's also an active volcano a great distance east of where Cam is, past more plains and forests; and snowy highlands to the south.

The castle is shrouded in a glowing violet haze. Now and then, one can see a brief flash of light down in the central plains, and more rarely ones farther afield.

Where does he go?

He spirals thoughtfully, then plummets to the village. He has to start somewhere, and he has a hello for them.

As he descends towards the village, he will notice that there's a growing downdraft, until when he's in the immediate overhead airspace it's so strong that he's almost plummeting like a rock. The village appears to be populated by... bird people? There are humans off on the other side of the bridge. Some of the bird people are pointing at him and seem alarmed.

There's empty areas on the sides of the lake he can crash land into, or he can go for the lake, though it looks like it might be difficult to climb out of; it has very steep rock walls, no flat shores or anything. There are also other smaller rock spires rising out of the lake, some of which connect the bridge. Or he can try to glide out in a safe direction to see if he can get out of the downdraft before he crashes, but it's unclear how far it extends, if there's a limit at all.

He'll take the lake.

He can successfully pull off a controlled splashdown. When he surfaces, he might see a man in brown running along the rim of the lake towards him, waving an arm. He's holding a large spool of rope.

The sides of the lake are sheer rock walls, maybe a few dozen meters tall.

Cam adds some ladder projections to the cliff and makes it up them on his second try.

The man gets to the ladder and looks vaguely confused, but stows the rope on his back and helps Cam up the final stretch if it looks like he needs it.

"Where'd you fly in from? I suppose you haven't heard the news."

He's looking curiously at the wings but doesn't comment on them.

"Please, tell me the news!"

He points at the sky, where Vah Medoh—from greater distance now obviously a giant robot bird—is circling.

"The Divine Beast descended two weeks ago. It used to be that you'd be lucky to catch sight of it on a clear day, but now it's flying lower over the village, and with the downdraft it's generating, none of the Rito can stay in the air around here. It's hell on travel, I say. You'll have to trek out to Kolami Ridge to take flight."

"I did notice the downdraft! It must be inconvenient as all get out, are there places you need bridges or anything?"

"There are paths for Hylians and other flightless folks, but it's not good for business—for me or the Rito. Their hunting grounds in Hebra are outside the no-flight zone, but it's trouble on their logistics to not have use of the landings in the village."

"Well, the ghost of Revali trapped in the Divine Beast says hi and I'm going to go on a quest which will among other things probably result in him being able to put it somewhere less inconvenient."

He blinks, stupefied.

"...Revali? As in the ancient Rito champion? I thought the Rito Elders were just telling tall tales..." He shakes his head. "I'd say you were having a laugh, but with the way these few weeks have been going, I half believe you. But I'm not the one to tell this to. I just run the stable." He jerks a thumb behind him at a marquee in the distance with a giant horse head effigy on top, surrounded by campfires and a few horse-drawn carts. "Elder Kaneli will want to know about this. Maybe you want to pass a message to the guard shift at the bridge."

"Sure. Can I have land-bound directions?"

"I can take you there. I'm heading back to the stable and it's right by the main bridge." As he starts walking and gestures for Cam to follow, he adds, "Do you need a change of clothes?"

"Not especially, why, is it rude not to wear a shirt around here?"

"...Well, no, but you look very wet."

The man looks like he's containing some questions.

"I'll dry off," Cam shrugs.

He shrugs.

They make their way over to the stable. The bridge is in fact a chain of narrowish suspension bridges connecting a series of rock spires up to the main spire in the center housing the vertically architected village. It clearly isn't used to seeing more than nominal foot traffic and is just wide enough that a small cart could fit through.

The stable is right by it, and appears on inspection to double as a restaurant, inn, horse care service provider and general rest stop: there's a number of travelers sat around or coming in and out of the large marquee, and a few other people in similar brown outfits to the man who greeted Cam, sweeping up or manning the counter out front. Two bird people with spears, one cyan-feathered and one brown, are chatting to a merchant-looking fellow with a horse and carriage.

Oh, and Cam might notice that the non-bird people look mostly human, except for their pointed ears. The one who Cam talked to had tips understated enough that they could be dismissed as a personal genetic quirk, but with a larger sample size it's obvious that it's a widespread, if not general species trait.

The cyan bird person notices the two of them approaching and turns to greet them.

"Galli," she says. Or so one might infer from her voice; they don't present any human-legible sexual characteristics. She notices Cam. "Is this the one who fell... from..."

"Wow, I've never seen anyone like you before!" the brown one chirps.