In all of his travels, Ezekiel had never come across lands scorched by flame as these were. The northlands had been wild and old-growth forests save for a singular brisance left by men. While the machines had been long gone by his arrival, the empty expanse of stumps had suggested some sort of calamity. Saplings had been growing there, though—there were none here, especially in the area between the hills. While he kept his eyes and face forward, his hears constantly swiveled back to listen to the two women.
This pass was not as deep as the one in the mountain, but it was wider. The horses had more room between them though once again fell into a singular line, kicking up the untouched sand as they went. It was not a long trail either, especially at their quickened speed. When they emerged on the other side of the cut, the Aquila was met by more empty devastation. Here it was apparent that wind and rain had swept away most of the ash, but the ground was still a shade or two darker than average.
It was another sign that caused him to grow excited; the smell of the ocean. He looked back to Kaena, eager to hear her confirmation.
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