An odd chill crept up her legs as Mel passed through a lava vein.
Instead of the expected heat radiating, she felt oddly cold as if the energy from the lava was sapped away, or rather...
She frowned, hands tightening on the elf. "Is the turtle sapping away the heat from this land?"
Maria blinked, the round glasses dangling loosely above her soft smile. "Something equivalent to it."
Mel then scanned her surroundings as the elf pointed, her eyes landing on the faint glow from the crystals, unmistakable in the lush soil.
"The
Her Partner then gestured to the trees nestled around them, their vibrant leaves standing firm on the lush soil.
Occasional rabbits, foxes, and owls crossed by, weaving through the tangled layers of trees and sharp crystals.
"But then, nature adapts. Or rather, it was allowed to adapt."
