Bellamy had seen and lived through a great many things but what had started the night prior had been one of the strangest she had endured yet. The darkness was consuming, a hungry beast that covered the land as she and Acere retreated to the safety of the ship. Tremors came, violent things that shook the S.S. Antiox from where it lay, and Bellamy feared it might even break from the ice. She curled closer to Acere, taking breaths, ears pricked as she kept her gaze on the window despite it offering no insight to what was happening to the world. She had heard rumors of the ooze and the eruption… could this land once more be angry enough to cause chaos to spread? Dawn came, and with it a strange, eerie glow that had Bellamy rising to her paws. With a nudge to Ace, she urged him to follow her, her paws leading her out towards the west.

What they encountered was not what Bellamy expected. The land itself was just as strange as the light from the sky. Tall stone spikes, not even solid all the way through, were thrust toward the heavens and were bleached as bone. The glow from the sky even made the plant life look and feel strange. Bellamy slowed, the push to get here leaving her sides heaving and the old woman winded. Her gaze flicked to Acere, ears pinning against her skull. "What do you make of it...?" The oddity of it had her stomach churning. "This land... it looks like it has been here for ages... yet..." She had never seen it. Had he? He had been in Boreas longer than she had.

"Speech," 'Thought.'

Strange things were happening yet again. He lay there beside Bellamy, comforting her as the tremors and darkness took over the lands, rocking the ship and casting the world in an otherworldly darkness. It vaguely reminded him of the time the lands were thrust into the Long Night, but he hadn't been alive for that...just an apparition when he encountered Ignis. This seemed more violent, however, in the way that he swore the ship would break free from the land and be sent out back to sea. At Bellamy's insistence, he got up and followed her, the pair heading Westward. The journey was long, but it was an easy task for him. Not so much for Bellamy, he imagined, as she appeared winded from the journey. There was little time to rest on the way, as the pair wanted to investigate what was happening to the world. The world gave way from darkness to an eerie red glow, and the intense heat of the sun that had been hovering over Boreas since the start of the season seemed to have been unable to fully penetrate the strange happenings. Odd... He wasn't quite prepared for what they found, however, as tall strange spires reached for the red skies. His gaze widened as he looked on in silence. Never before had he seen this...and yet...they looked like they had been here for ages. His ear flicked at Bellamy's question as he looked upon them, crimson gaze sweeping the scene before them. "I have never seen this before...it's as if it came up overnight...but that couldn't be right..." Stranger things had happened, of course. Like his being able to walk the lands again, even in his ethereal state. "Speech"

Acere hadn’t seen anything of the like either. Bellamy drew in a slow breath, her ears perked as she stepped toward one of the tall spikes that rose up from the earth. It appeared ancient, weathered… and yet, just as Ace said, it was as if the land had appeared overnight. Bellamy’s mind flicked back to the trial by fire she’d experienced back during her time of grieving Gavroche. “There have been other strange events in this land. The lava caverns I walked through some time ago, the volcano eruption, the endless night… It is as if the land seeks to punish those of us here… maybe a purge of some sort…” The old woman furrowed her brow as she stopped at one of the spikes. The ground had looked firm around most of them, but the earth here was loose. Bellamy began to dig, her gaze focused on the etchings upon the spike. Then the wind came, blowing through the holes of the spires, and Bellamy froze, fur standing on end. She glanced back at Acere, her heart starting to race. Still her breath came fast, and she drew back closer to him, a snort leaving her. “I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming.” And if it came, she would be ready. “Ace… how long do you think you can hold your corporal form?” She asked. "Speech," 'Thought.'