Epiphany
After nearly two hours at full speed through western Sethia's vast plains, the group stopped at a downward slope, leading to a large, water-filled depression.
The basin was expansive enough to cover the entirety of Mursa, with a small island in its center, nestled at the crossing of two cascading flows. The waters sported a deep, unnatural blue, eerily similar to the Mana-inflicted saturation he had experienced near Isonoe's workshop.
The clouds appeared to shift their course whenever they closed onto its perimeter, painting a nebulous circle atop the landscape. The sight of it, coupled with the Vile Ichor's dreadful song, was more than enough to put Meilyr on edge.
"This place is a little too dangerous for my taste," Alwina muttered with a gulp. "How come the Magus Societas hasn't sealed it yet?"