Chapter 170
Jack
I look through my lens and take a picture of the mountains. We're in the eastern sector of Solmere.
There's a mine in these mountains that recently exploded. Which is a very big deal—Solmere is so wealthy because of its mineral reserves. But they've been mining these mountains for the past two centuries; there's bound to be a problem eventually.
Easting is a beautiful city, though. On par with Sol. I'd like to bring my family here sometime.
Heh.
Family.
Who would have thought I would have a family?
I take another picture.
"I didn't know you were interested in photography," Prince Russell says.
I lower my camera. "Oh, it's just a hobby, really."
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We get to the mine.
It's worse than expected.
There are still constant rescue efforts happening. Families and friends crowd the perimeter, crying out for their loved ones. The air is thick with dust and smoke and the kind of grief that doesn't have words.
It's a devastating sight.
An official runs toward us.
