Took a deep breath, as if she could smell the scorching scent of magic lingering from the aftermath of the war.
As she arrived in front of the valley, intermittent winds, sobbing like cries, rushed towards Lea, but the wailing soon disappeared, along with the strong gust that had lifted her hair.
She unsheathed her sword and cautiously stepped forward.
The situation wasn't great; the path ahead was severely collapsed, undoubtedly tied to the doings of the Undead.
Lea tried to find something to stimulate her excitement, but it wasn't that simple.
After walking down the valley for a while, her vision was shrouded in darkness, with sunlight completely blocked out from outside.
Lea took out a Magic Lantern and gently lit it. The faint light diffused around her center; dust particles floated in the air, clearly visible, almost like fireflies.
Perhaps it was because of the dust that Lea could distinctly feel a slight itch in her nose as she breathed.
