Paren's cardio journey through the [Disaster Zones] began with running.
Just simple running.
At least, that was what Garion called it.
In reality, Paren was sprinting across cracked stone valleys while violent wind pushed against his body, gravity shifted without warning, and armored beasts chased him like he owed them money.
ROOOOAAAR!
A massive horned beast smashed straight through a boulder behind him.
Paren glanced over his shoulder and cursed. "Why is that bastard beast still chasing me?!"
Garion jogged beside him with both hands casually shoved into his pockets. "Because you look delicious."
Paren snapped back in fury, "That's not fucking helpful!"
Garion looked completely unbothered. "Run faster, then."
The glowing route ahead suddenly bent toward a wide field of floating stones suspended over a deep ravine.
Paren jumped onto the first one.
The moment his foot touched the surface, the stone sank sharply beneath him as gravity suddenly doubled.
