The ground split open in multiple areas. Cracks lined the earth like mighty tiger stripes. Fiero guessed they had at least one more day till they reach Faizure. "When will this earthquake end?" Hollow asks, wetting his face in a stream. It had at least went up about fourty degrees. Hot wind swirled up around them. Naut wets his face, Atlus doing the same. "Not an earthquake. The celestials are entertaining themselves by playing with us. I'm fine with it being me and everyone else, but I'm the only one who gets to play with you." Fiero says, nuzzling his face in the crook of Hollows neck. Hollow feels the wood of the direwolf mask bump his collar. "Why do they get bored if they can do whatever they want? Their like gods, I mean." Hollow says, blushing. "Overseer, their leader, takes the job seriously. No one can play around." Fiero finishes, sighing.