The base of the first bone ridge grew upon the distant horizon, much closer than they had ever seen it.
It had been a long time, hardous and terrible as it had been.
Nero let out a sigh of relief. However the next moment, he coughed wildly, spitting up fragmentes of bone and blood onto the piece of cloth covering his face.
Seeing that, he grunted.
Although the cloth could keep out most of the bonedust, it couldn't keep all of it away.
That, unfortunately, meant the little that made its way into his lungs had already begun to calcify.
Still, that little meant nothing in the face of hope.
