Gran Pulse stretched before them in vast, endless greenery. Though they’d been here for a couple of weeks already, it still awed her to think that this was what they’d been afraid of their whole lives. If you took the monsters out of the equation, there was really nothing to fear. It just felt…raw and powerful in a way that Cocoon didn’t.
Lightning sat on a rock near a ledge, staring at the scenery in front of her. It wasn’t her turn to keep watch, but old habits died hard. Plus, Fang and Vanille had claimed this was a relatively safe area - it was too high up for most monsters to and it wasn’t the type of habitat flying ones liked.
Still, it was important to be vigilant. She could hear the others laughing and talking behind her, so someone needed to be on their toes.
“You okay, Light?”