+Volcanic Graveyard: Zem City+
----Deus POV----
Getting into the Rider, Yeraya concentrated on driving while Triste trained her eyes on the many statues, posing in different ways.
There is a boy who stood before a mannequin, sewing clothes fashionably.
There is a girl roasting the meat of mineral eater, brushing it with special sauce.
There is a woman tinkering on several unknown contraptions, her expression cunning.
There is a man fixing artificial two-layer wings on a model, his satisfaction evident.
What caught Triste's attention is a woman pouring water into a jar.
For a land infested by nothing but magma, Triste realized that water production is a complicated process, making water a valuable resource.
"We are here. Let us park in front of the statue of a girl who is roasting some kind of meat." Triste said, her expectation palpable.
[New meat ingredients must mean new tastes. I am looking forward to the food culture of this place!]
