This was a terrain similar to a basin, with higher surroundings and a lower middle area. Inside the gorge, a narrow lake had formed.
From a distance, Casio could see the green grass and dense trees by the lake. He stood in place and waited for several minutes, allowing his respiratory tract that had been burnt by the poisonous fog to recover. Gradually, Casio adjusted himself to his optimal state.
The sky was blue, as if it had been wiped with a wet cloth, leaving no dead angles. Stacked white clouds floated back and forth under the influence of the wind, blocking the hot sun on one side.
Bright light spread over the dense forests of the Roca Mountain Range.
Casio took a deep breath of the air filled with the fragrance of grass and trees.
He reopened his eyes, which were bright as obsidian.
