Arcanium, borders of Oroz Continent, 500 miles East of Terrabitha
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The man's legs hung from a deep deathly chasm as he sat on the edge of a mountain cliff. The edge was a perfectly cut rock that would enable one to sit properly without sliding one's thighs.
It was a perfect spot for him.
Half a mile below his feet was a sea of dark clouds. He could not even see beyond the expanse of the land, as dust particles prohibited him from seeing. However, his vision flew towards the horizon where blue skies above met the dark skies below.
He felt the cold air, fresh and clean without the mercy of filtration. Without the reach of MAF. All he could say was the sun was magnificent.
His comrades said that the polluted and radiated air seemed to have physical limits failing its reach beyond a certain level, hence, clean air above the dark cloud skies.
