Tapping, carving, and hushed discussions marked the beginning of the tedious repair work.
Roland turned around and briefly explained the situation to his friends, who were watching with concerned expressions, reassuring them to remain calm.
Then, his gaze truly turned beyond the Shell Ship to the lost world known as Aiselon.
As far as the eye could see, there was only boundless desolation and dead silence.
The earth was a sickly grayish-brown.
On the cracked, dry land, only a few scattered clumps of strangely twisted, dull-colored plants struggled to survive. They looked more like a mixture of metal and withered flesh than natural creations.
In the distance were rolling, barren hills and the silhouettes of more collapsed, severely weathered ruins.
They stood silently in the dim light like the skeletons of colossal beasts, telling tales of a distant, tragic past of decay and demise.
