The ribs of the Rot God stretched above them like crooked towers. The bones were blackened and scorched in some places.
The bones loomed like broken towers, curved ribs jutting from the earth like the fingers of a buried god clawing toward the sky. They walked beneath them in silence.
"This place is really a Cinder stronghold?" he muttered softly. "It looks more like an asylum to me."
To him, he understood what he meant, but they didn't—because they hadn't been in the outside world before. In fact, it was the first time Veyla was hearing of it, and here they did things differently.
So they only stared at him, confused about what he meant by asylum.
"I meant, it looks like a place where they keep mad people," he repeated.
"Ohh, not exactly, but yes. Some of the people you see here have been eaten up by Grace or monsters, and now they behave or look insane," Amon explained.
