Melisande found herself wandering in the crimson section of the Valley of Parmesus, carefully walking past tall plants that breathed embers.
"Uegh…Where did I end up?" She mumbled to herself.
It was embarrassing for the silver-haired girl to admit to herself, but her feet carried her far out of fear. Once she began running, taking in the serious words of Emilio, the fear of the savage man caused her to sprint away without remembering a single step of the path she took.
Due to this, she now found herself in the bright-red forest within the valley, a stunning contrast to the verdant section she was just in.
I hope you're alright, Emilio…She thought.
Though she found herself thinking that her worries might be better saved for herself as she looked around nervously at the scarlet and crimson plants that occupied the dry forest, watching as embers lightly spewed from their cores.
What's this place?...It's so dry–my lips feel all dry, too, she thought.
