Calamity's Gate

Arthur looked at the giant miasma in the distance that edged the border of the kingdom. They were flying over mountains of sands and dunes of unbelievable heights, heading toward the place where they'll sneak into the carriages carrying the weapons. 

They have just come out from behind a mountain that obstructed their view, making them unable to see the miasma that threatened to turn the world into a wasteland. 

As he looked at the other three, they seemed not to notice it at all. No, they were bound to see it. They simply didn't treat it as an anomaly. 

"Gala," Arthur walked over to the relaxed witch and whispered. "What is that?" He pointed with his chin at the miasma. Gala was confused, glancing at him then at the miasma.

"What do you mean?" She asked with a frown. "How can you not know this?"