Party A, led by Edward, had gathered together at the periphery of the secret plane.
All six of them had tense looks on their faces as they scanned the bloody marsh that lay before them.
Michael Isaac, the towering middle-aged man, couldn't help but voice out his opinion, "Are all secret planes like this? It feels suffocating. Almost as if… it has been ravaged by a war."
Lisa thought of the Soaring River Secret Plane as well as the one operated by the Tower of Daybreak, and slowly shook her head.
"No, something's wrong here," she said.
Chris Cloud stepped forward, standing side by side with Edward, and asked, "We've to make our way through these marshes and reach the center of the secret plane. But… you feel it, don't you?"
Edward solemnly nodded, his gaze never leaving the dozens of crimson sludge that were positioned between ridges of bones and trees in front of him.
"We've to first make it past them," he said grimly.
