>>Enya
What did he say?
I didn't catch that. It was like he was talking to himself, then staring at the falling snow with those empty eyes
"It doesn't matter," He looked at me again,
"Why?"
"What do you plan on doing about the miasma?" I pointed at the sky, "The world will fall."
"We still have the shielded cities." I replied.
He looked at me as if I was some sort of a clown, "You really think the cities won't fall?"
!!?
"What are you saying…?"
"The only person that can actually do something about our world failing is the saint." He folded his arms
"But the Saint is dead…"
"Exactly," He sighed as he looked away, "And in case you haven't realized, there is something else in the miasma." He looked to his right, towards the distant forest outside the city, "Something far bigger. Something only a real saint could have handled."
What is he talking about?
