​The fall from the Sky-City was not a crash; it was a violent descent into a silent, emerald purgatory. The Mahindra Thar hit the lower mountain track with a bone-jarring thud, the heavy-duty suspension screaming as it absorbed the impact. For a long, ringing minute, the only sound was the hiss of steam escaping a ruptured radiator and the distant, dying echoes of the city crumbling a thousand feet above.