As he walked down the muddy path, Desmond continued to adjust his robes in the area around his neck, a reflex action due to his discomfort as he breathed. It wasn't until Desmond set foot on Veritas G-153 that he understood the meaning of Elaila's words. Veritas G-153 was incredibly rich in resources and magical beasts; its atmosphere had a high density of high-purity mana, enough to make the air a bit stifling for Desmond.
While the excess mana in the atmosphere temporarily annoyed Desmond, he also couldn't deny the wonders that were born from this phenomenon. Green meadows stretched beyond sight, filled with beautiful vegetation vibrating with vitality. Desmond would occasionally watch a magical beast or two race across the plains or soar through the skies, emitting strong vibrations of mana.
