ZYLITH.
The night was gradually sinking, and thick fog surged, veiling everything in view as we neared the Dusbry wasteland.
Right when we thought that there was nothing but rocks and sand surrounding the wasteland, a bustling little village came into view.
The wasteland was nothing sort of a wasteland, it looked more like a lush greenery than a lump of degraded forests, eroded valleys and drought-struck pastures. Several signs of life were spotted as our horses galloped with our carriage deeper into the said-wasteland.
When our entourage slowly reached the village, Reuben's eyes suddenly condensed, he tightened his grip on the long sword on his hip as he slowly lifted the curtain up and looked outside.
I had my eyes closed until the carriage slowed down and he lifted the curtain to look outside. I got curious as to why the look in the man's eyes in front of me suddenly changed, and so, wanted to look at what lay outside as well.