Their next assignment took them to a world shrouded in a perpetual, silent fog. They stood on a cracked, basalt plain under a sky the color of old, bruised plums. There were no trees, no grass, no signs of life. Just the oppressive, unnatural silence and the swirling, gray mist.
"I don't like this place," Elisa said, her voice sounding unnaturally loud in the quiet. "It feels… wrong. Like a grave."
"The narrative seed for this world is 'Silence'," Vexia stated, her scrying orb showing nothing but swirling, featureless gray. "The story here is of a world that has lost its voice."
They walked for what felt like days, the same, monotonous landscape stretching out in every direction. There was no sun, no moons, no stars. Just the silent, endless fog.
