The shorelines began to creep up, the crew were finally passing over the sea of Hebbura. But what lay ahead was even more stark than the sea itself. Though it didn't appear as anything other than flat land as far as could be seen, there was a very powerful dread hanging over such a realm.
"What to say about this? What tales could possibly be told?" Deba asked
looking out at such a bleak landscape. It was darkened as if no daylight
could be seen, but in all directions the horizons were illuminated by
what could have been starlight or a rising sun, but a dawn that would
never break. Just a long static glow of light outlining the far off
distances.
"Take a few steps in the Hollow Flats and you'd feel you been here for a long time." Pacno stated. "There's a prophecy about this place. I don't know what it is in your worlds, but here and from what I remember of Arca, it was an evil tiding that the life of a world would come to be subdued and lost to what all had been forgotten."
Rainier stirred from his quiet mood at the sight of the land before him.
"There's a prophecy about that, back on Cova. But it describes a lost sea. Something like; The life of the world came to be covered in death. The sea that once filled its territory rolled out and stretched to form another sea leaving all hope shattered."
The land that stretched out before them was more than just a vast dead zone, it held an emptiness that could be felt as dread, but there were no signs of anything to dread. Just the very grip of dread itself.
Rainier adjusted the ship's lighting and navigated slowly enough to get a closer look at the grounds. Staying just above the thermal layer that the land was giving off.
"Fiodian prophecies speak of this dark land, as well." Zoic muttered. "But there was something else. A mystery really. Abandoned lands that shield against all outside influences."
Nackendara and Ackea exchanged glances, remembering such prophecies and tales.
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