Chapter 140: Beauty of the Desert

Ashen and Pyro continued their steady march across the vast expanse of the Bloody Desert Territory. Each step they took was met with the soft crunch of blood-red sand beneath their feet, the eerie silence occasionally broken by the howl of dry winds sweeping across the barren dunes. The air itself felt thick, as if it carried the weight of centuries of forgotten battles and untold stories. But despite its harshness, the landscape had a strange, haunting beauty that captivated the duo.

Pyro, his large figure casting a long shadow over the sand, wiped the sweat from his brow and glanced over at Ashen. "I never thought a place like this could be so... breathtaking in its own way," he muttered, his voice deep and reverberating. "It's not like any desert I've seen before. Even the air feels different." His eyes sparkled with a strange mix of awe and exhaustion. "I've never seen anything like this, Ashen. It's like the land itself is alive—haunted, maybe—but alive."