From the outer edges of the cold rocks, to stepping onto the ashen land, until now, encountering the distant rumble... Bologue is sure that he is steadily approaching the core of the mystery.
The surrounding temperature has noticeably risen, the prior chill is gone, replaced by an almost unbearable heat, and the ruins sighted earlier have become more frequent; Bologue feels as if he is walking through a forgotten city.
A city buried in ash, existing in this deep Abandoned Land.
Regrettably, after ages of change and erosion, Bologue gains no useful information from these withered structures and can only continue moving forward with Aimou.
As the temperature rises, that intangible connection within Bologue grows increasingly tight, like a rope twisted tight, weaving into a rough line.
"Why can't we see those things that were thrown into the Great Rift?" Aimou speaks up, lingering behind Bologue.
