140 Faith Unmatched

Silence filled the desolate graveyard as they stood atop the coiled skeleton of a colossal sea-serpent who had died not too far away from the great Wound. The seemingly pulsating and glowing fissure was a terrible sight to behold.

Reed and Lu'um had reached of the five fissures — great, open wounds of the continent — that would eventually lead to the eventual destruction of the world if left untreated.

Corrupted miasma poured out of the fissure in sporadic bursts in horrifying flare-ups that had left much of what remained down in the state it currently was in. The miasma had slowly decomposed the remains of an uncountable number of corpses until only withered bone was that had remained of them.

"There is no time to spare," Reed said, "The faster we suture this wound, the better."