They are but a mile away from the wasteland, and yet, in the ground they stood, lifeless it is already. The texture of the ground, cracked like how it is in drought and it stretches in length for miles. No more life springing from around them nor signs of wild animals. The air misted with dust, fresh air it is deprived. They have never felt the sun this scorching like it is intent on burning whatever life there is.
Far a mile ahead they can see the variety of bones scattered, serving like an invisible wall. It has warning written all over it, and Alexandria wonders how the hell did the commoners in Avalair thought this vile display was a protective charm. Well, maybe it is… now that she thinks about it, these might really serve as a repellent.
The day went by as fast as their pace, and
