Chapter 65
Plain Island lived up to its reputation. After exiting the harbor, we were met with grassy fields, clean air, and no large buildings in sight. Yup, this is a county island. Kinda feels like those rural areas in those open-world exploration games.
Hmm, there are some shriveled spots of grass here and there, due to the Glavras-drought, but in all, the island looks as healthy as it can get. I can see some thin bovine-looking creatures grassing on the horizon, but they’re not skeletons to say it like that. Guess they’re still recuperating.
...ouch.
"Hey, Garami! Don’t slack off!" - Gust
Tch, I know, I know.
We walked through the road, following the signposts to our location.
*Rumble, rumble, rumble*
...We must be getting close.
"Wall," I asked Ice-guy.
He gave me a look of confusion for a moment before getting it and produced a wall of ice in the direction where the rumbling was coming from. From there came a large sand cloud, and it’s getting closer by the second.
Is it a bird? Is it a bovine stampede? Is it an earthquake!? No, it’s the mole patrol!!