Isiah tried his absolute best not to display the roaring irritation burning beneath his skin, furious that Eijar had waited until his physical endurance was completely depleted to reveal the necessity of summoning a mount to traverse the wasteland.
The expanse stretched out endlessly in every direction, and the scenery had grown deeply oppressive. Miles upon miles of dead, pitch black sand offered a bleak, suffocating view that grated on his mind.
Still resting near his hand, her body still noticeably weak, Eijar broke the heavy silence. "This realm is called Xodura.
This desert is the sole wasteland in the world beyond. There is nothing else like it across these layers. It is unfathomably massive; I believe it spans nearly twice the total size of your entire home region."
"Twice the size of Delwias Island?" Isiah blurted out, unable to mask his utter shock. If her estimate was accurate, crossing this territory on foot would take an eternity.
