"Yes. My apologies," he murmured, moving to stand. His cheeks were now hollow, dark circles crouched under his eyes, and his skin was almost translucent. Ash looked past them to the tower, seeming to draw strength from it. "Not far now," he murmured, almost to himself, as if it were a mantra that kept him going.

Isiea heads towards it.

Lise sighed. He should have stayed back. Hes beginning to resemble a living corpse.

He started following the tracks again.

The smokestacks and metal towers slowly fell away behind them as they continued across Machina's realm. The land grew flat and barren, and steam billowed out of cracks in the ground, coiling around them like wraiths. Colossal machines, with enormous iron wheels and armored shells, lay beside the tracks. They looked like a cross between modern-day tanks and the mecha vehicles of anime.

Isiea silently follows.

They are quite a sight for sore eyes. Although she wondered what they used them for.

Ash grunted suddenly and fell, his legs buckling underneath him

She turned back to him, walking over and offering a hand.

Isiea pauses and looks at him.

He took her hand, letting her help him up