Description
Hello, humans! I use machine translation. If you see a typo, correct me.
I guess some answers are required by the strange clothing of the characters, which is not very appropriate for this place.
The fact is that in order to move around the terrain transformed by the Engine, you have to follow some rules. In territories where people used to live, entities resembling local residents begin to appear. These creatures in their original form are nothing more than ghosts recreated from human memories, their behavior is difficult to predict, so some tricks must be resorted to to avoid trouble.
Because of this, the characters have to rely entirely on the questionable instructions of Prophet, who was the only one who knew how to get through the deformed city. Sometimes the instructions sounded whimsical and nonsensical, like now when they had to pass themselves off as "locals". It turned out to be a very difficult task to get the clothes of the inhabitants of Church, because the black sand converts organic compounds, because of this, most of the clothes found were simply petrified.
As a result, DD had to wear the first ugly dress that came across, which looked like it was worn by her grandmother in her youth. As for the man, only the rusty armor of Dualitas family was suitable for his physique, which was rapidly falling apart, every movement of the armor was heard with a wild rattle throughout the street. And finally, the main element was to be Dualitas family's hairpin, similar to the one that DD had worn before. Taken from one of the petrified corpses, this regalia should demonstrate the high social status of the owner.
At any other time, this phantasmagoric masquerade, on the contrary, would have attracted all possible attention from people nearby, but Blight lives by its own laws. Ghosts, seeing the regalia of the highest caste, respectfully gave way, giving the opportunity to go further.
As they moved through the transformed city, the characters stumbled upon a settlement of refugees from Shardopolis, the very ones determined to try to survive on the surface. But at some point, this community was covered by one of the waves of deformation, after which only two people survived.
More precisely, only one and a half, if I may say so. Only the mother and son survived, the mother was a piece of wheezing meat, no matter how rude it may sound. The received dose of black sand had already turned half of her body into stone. The two of them had to take the boy with them, for everything for the next few miles had already been taken over by Blight.
Staying in this jelly-like city is certain death.
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