With the force field containing it, the sea around La Shania Mirepa turned eerily still. The waves no longer came ashore and so did the wind, leaving only stagnant salty air. As someone who liked beaches in the summer, this sad, unnatural scene broke Lars' heart to pieces.
Lars gazed at the little black line in the horizon that was Piscium region and tried to remember how long has it been since his last visit there. He remembered its warm sandy beaches and shady palms, but he was too young when they had a vacation there, so he couldn't think of much else. Perhaps Len remembered more, he thought.
"Hey, when was the last time you go there?"
Mell stopped his beer - chugging and scratched his beard, looking up. "I don't know, man. It's been ages, I think. Out of the twelve regions in La Shania Mirepa, only Piscium that I don't tamper with too much. I'm kinda lazy to cross over the sea."