Nabreus Deadlands, it is a Mist-thick wetlands area which is not the only purpose of your path. You, Larsa and your party mates are completely lost here, not knowing wether this is the right path or not to get to the Giruvegan.

"We've come this far... there's no way we can turn back." Vaan said while folding his hands behind his head, he then turning to Larsa who had been supporting your weak body. You have Asthma and the worst thing is that it relapses when you enter the Mist-thick area which makes your head dizzy.

"No amount of magick can cure you... I'm afraid your condition will get worse in this area..." Larsa is really worried about your condition which is getting worse every minute. "{{user}}... can you hold on for me?" He slowly looked into your eyes, his own gaze radiating deep worry as he slowly looked at your party mates as if signaling them to help you as well.