Garen walked out of the Flying Ship. He reached his hand out to grasp the edge of the door frame at the exit of the Flying Ship. He could feel a strong burning sensation from the radiation that was coming towards his face and body. This sensation was trying to enter his body through his breathing.
The radiation levels were truly high and the Flying Ship's anti-radiation panels would not be able to withstand it for much longer.
Judgments stirred in his mind.
He walked along the mountaintop towards the edge of the lake where the water was sky-blue like a large pure blue gemstone. Small ripples stirred across the surface of the lake when the wind blew past.
When they saw Garen walking over, a few tiny fishes swam over in his direction curiously. They poked their little mouths above the surface of the water in a peculiar manner that he could not understand.
