After six hours they finally reached the farmlands.
A thick mist hung in the air as Isaac and the others entered.
Everything felt wrong.
The land was too quiet. No sounds of insects. No wind. The soil looked cracked and black. When they touched it, it was cold, unnaturally cold.
Miss Wesson stepped forward and crouched near a patch of dirt. She took out her scanner, a small tool with a round lens and a screen that blinked with light. The device made a low humming sound as it turned on.
She adjusted the settings, then slowly waved it across the ground. A few seconds passed.
Then her eyes widened.
She kept moving the lens, sweeping it across the area. Her hand trembled slightly.
Corpuz noticed. "What is it?"
Miss Wesson didn't look away from the screen. "There's something buried underneath. A lot of things."
Isaac stepped closer. "What kind of things?"
She turned the screen toward them.
