Chapter 686

The white light faded, and Rhea looked up to see a desolate, barren desert stretching out before her.

The cracked, hard, yellowish-brown ground was littered with sharp gravel, and jagged, grotesque desert trees jutted from the earth, their branches contorted and menacing.

Over the lifeless wilderness, a few black-feathered vultures circled low, their wingbeats hoarse and heavy, adding to the grim