Wind ripples through the surrounding fields. Grass waves back in circles. Around the wreckage, ghosts and living creatures alike find peace.
A lizard scurries beneath the pebbles and runs up Noe's robes. Cooling the temperature of his hand by depriving it of the oxygen to burn, Noe lets the reptile flurry into his palm. As if knowing what he is about to do, the reptile smiles slyly at him.
Rosalind observes the thousands of ghosts planing across kilometers.
"Verstorben," Feng Mian's comforting voice extends to the ghosts in Ziraethean.
'Deceased.'
Leaping out of dazedness, every ghost turns themself to look at Feng Mian.
"Elhunytál és wava spiriti paez a bolygó."
'You have passed away and are now a ghost roaming this planet.'
Heads rotate this way and that, stiff shoulders scrunching up in distress.
