The surface of Zoultan had an atmosphere thick of smog and poisonous gasses, one that could not inhabit humans at all.
Ning dragged his feet along the thick layer of Spark that caked the surface of the moon. There were some signs of human interference in the area he had landed on, but that was months old at the earliest.
No one had come here in a long, long time.
Ning shook his head. "Let's go over to the people," he said and teleported once again.
This time around, he arrived in a dark hallway with glowing spheres that were attached to the side of the wall.
He looked at the walls and the ceiling, feeling as though he had arrived at some sort of cave. There was a significant lack of smog or spark in this place, and fresh air had filled it to the brim.
'Where did the air come from?' he wondered as he walked.
