The humming of the galleon gradually faded as it descended toward the colossal fortress below.
For the first time in three days...
It stopped.
"Hmm?"
I pushed myself to my feet, placing Liz down gently before stepping onto the galleon's deck.
The moment I did...
I felt it.
The atmosphere.
It was...
Wrong.
Heavy.
Ancient.
Foreign.
For the first time in a very long time I felt… disconnected..
Like I had suddenly become a stranger.
My connection to the atmosphere... had vanished.
The atmosphere… She no longer recognized me..
"….Well that's rude."
My face couldn't help twitching a few times.
I took a deep breath.
"Revolting.."
Every breath carried an indescribable taste.
Metallic.
Stale.
As though the world itself had been left exposed for far too long.
"..."
I stopped.
Then took another breath.
"Heh..."
It still tasted like despair.
I looked up.
Before me stretched a landscape unlike anything I had ever imagined.
The world looked.. Wrong.
Not ruined.
