[Aren POV]
Wind tore past his ears as ether surged through his body. With Spiritual Flight, Aren could barely manage to carry Daniel as they made their way across the Lagoons.
The column of smoke was already thinning by the time they arrived, but the moment they descended…the place was a hazard zone.
What had once been smooth stretches of sand and shallow water was now a complete mess. Large piles of sand had accumulated everywhere, along with small shards of glass barely being formed.
And at the center of it all—a massive hole pretty much split the beach open.
"Signs of a fight…" Daniel muttered. "Let's get closer."
The moment they landed, the smell hit Aren instantly. Two kinds of rot hit his nose. The first being the smell of a corpse somewhere, probably a monster's…and the second was rotten ether being emitted.
Defilers…why are they even here?
