Chapter 160: Listening to the Void
Aurora's journey east was a passage into a land being consumed. The forests grew thin, then sparse, replaced by vast, scorched-earth logging camps and slag-heap mountains of grey tailings. The air, once carrying the complex symphony of life, grew thin and metallic, tinged with the ozone-stink of industry and the deeper, psychic reek of extracted hope. She and her Truth-Seer escorts moved like ghosts, using Vale's best camouflage techniques and Lyra's scattering glyphs. They spoke in hand signals and shared glances.
