Irea's letter

"I can see it," Layn announced an hour barely after his party reached the shore. While it came mostly to the luck for them to find the place so quickly, the archmage still couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. 

"Isn't that place a little... deserted?" Sitra asked, turning her eyes towards the leader of the group. 

"Huh?" Layn shrugged before moving his eyes on the girl. "What do you mean?" he asked before moving his eyes back at the few buildings visible in the distance. 

For some reason, though, despite his body being constructed anew after he used the gran arcana, his eyesight was far from the likes of Sitra or Irea... Or literally anyone else of the current time.