When the world finally settled again, Neveah stood in a vast, unending field of black sand and rocky barrenness. Her heart still pounded wildly and the rage coursing through her veins was raw and visceral.
Whatever Asrig was doing, he was getting more adept at messing with her mind... and she hated herself for it. That she had let him delight in a reaction from her.
Her boots sunk into the sand, leaving behind a deep imprint as she turned a slow circle, taking in her surroundings.
The sky was darkened, almost a perfect reflection of the black, sandy earth. Gray clouds bled an inky mist that just hovered, blanketing the sky and blocking out any light that might have seeped through.
If there was any to begin with...in the dreadful place.
On either side of her, the desert stretched on and on for as far as the eye could see. There was not a single structure in sight or the semblance of life. Just silence and darkness.
