175 Old Scars and New Wounds

What laid before the group was a scene unmistakably unnatural, even beyond what Reed had grown tolerant of. There was a limit to his resolve. Reed was willing to push forward and do what was necessary in the face of great adversity, but what loomed inside of the fissure was something that demanded more than just a determined spirit. 

Five mountains stood solemnly inside the fissure, their strange peaks barely jutting out of the miserable scar on the ancient city. As much as the group wanted to deny, they were unmistakably...

"....Fingers," Ophelia said in a lifeless voice, "But that can't be—" 

"What? They can't be real? Are you seriously listening to yourself," said Reed mock-disbelief.