Soilyque Land - Dark Smoke -

The sky over didn’t just turn grey; it turned heavy.

It wasn't like wood smoke or the exhaust of a machine. It was thick, oily, and moved with a predatory intelligence. It didn't drift with the wind; it crawled against it, draping itself over the bioluminescent crops like a suffocating velvet shroud. SoilyQue Land - Dark Smoke

Kaelen gripped his spade, the tool vibrating in his hand. To clear the air, they wouldn't need wind; they would need to descend into the heart of the smoke and find where the earth had cracked. They had to heal the soil before the became the only thing left to breathe. The sky over didn’t just turn grey; it turned heavy