Chapter 48: The Fran Wetlands (2)

There’s a saying: once bitten by a snake, you’ll be afraid of ropes for ten years. Couldn’t be more accurate. Just hearing it from Felice wasn’t enough—I had to climb up myself for a better look. And sure enough— In the distance, I could clearly see the wetlands and the scattered ruins dotting the landscape, but everything was shrouded in a dreary, ashen hue. The sky overhead was an oppressive gray. If you strained your eyes, you could just make out the wall of fog in the far distance,…