Its sky was actually completely black, except for a few scattered stars. The air was cold and unbreathable. The only faint greenish light that dimly illuminated that world was produced by some kind of moss that grew on the top of countless skulls lined up on either side of the road. Enàbram looked at them with curiosity.
It must have been a reptilian civilization. Who knows why these skulls were left on the roadsides… According to logic, you might think they were put in retaliation or as a warning, but who would Akarion do it for, if there was no one left?
“Why are you so silent? Is there any problem?”
“Not particularly — it’s just that this world has a very rarefied atmosphere and I have to make an effort to keep the barrier active so that we don’t suffocate.”
It’s basically the truth
