Greenery. Yellow tinted green.
And the express smell of farts.
"These suits are worthless…" Mihael mumbled.
"Yeah, I don't think the suits are at fault…" Armi mumbled.
As they stared.
Grass, trees, rivers, and deer roaming about. Everything in this place was yellow tinted.
There was a sun in the yellow tinted blue sky. Probably artificial.
"I don't see any of them here… or the sanctuary thing they spoke about," the leader of the perfect humans said. They were just as baffled as the demons.
"Means we're supposed to go ahead." Mihael stared back. The ship was virtually floating on nothing.
Actually, they were literally standing at the very edge of the place, almost like the whole land before them was flat.
And move ahead, they did.
Their sensors expressed the atmosphere was very breathable and perfect for humans. Yet, Mihael and the others stayed in their suits. Despite the smell.
