"Once I reach the New Continent, I'll change trains and head west to the last station the railway reaches, then join the Joint Expedition Team inland."
"Expedition team?" Professor Mortimer frowned.
"You've lost your sight, and you're going into the mountains with an expedition team?"
Minerva smiled.
"People like me are exactly what this team wants."
"The team was funded by Harvard, the University of Buenos Aires, and several shipping companies. They recruited over a dozen people, all Adeptus Minor or above.
Everyone had made a will before signing the contract. Their destination is specifically the blank spaces on the map west of the New Continent Central Range."
Mortimer thought back.
"West of the Central Range... I've heard about that region from a few students returning from fieldwork. It's countless times more dangerous than the weak points here."
Minerva nodded in agreement.
"The Veil in the Old Continent is relatively stable, though the war has made it less so now. But evil spirits and the dead here still have to find weak points to barely squeeze through."
"West of the New Continent Central Range, the Veil is little more than a layer of gauze. The occult side has already permeated every aspect of daily life."
"The indigenous peoples there learned to live alongside the world behind the Veil thousands of years ago. Their city-states stand half in the Material World and half behind the Veil. They've even formed clusters of Underworld city-states."
"When the colonists went there to build railways, all the surveying stakes they drove in during the day moved on their own before the next morning.
They wanted to put up telegraph lines, but many of the telegrams they received came from the dead.
So for hundreds of years, the traces of human exploration have stopped at the