Franca wasn't surprised at all, even though she wondered why so many things were happening in this damn place.
This was Fourth Epoch Trier. Even if it wasn't a land of a fallen god, it wouldn't lack abnormalities!
Lumian and the others cautiously emerged from their concealment, peering from different vantage points toward the source of the chimes.
The location wasn't distant, yet the fog in that direction seemed unusually dense. The structures loomed faintly, as though just a fragment of history had materialized.
Within the fog's depths, a contraption reminiscent of a steam locomotive glided by without a fuss. It sported only two carriages, lacking a smokestack. Peculiar frames extended from the top, linking it to something suspended in midair.
Ding ding ding. The train ventured into a zone of even thicker fog, disappearing from view.
