Chapter 115
2.
The Dune Wild Trail.
An endless horizon of vast plains and barren wastelands stretched as far as the eye could see. There were hardly any structures worthy of note, the open expanse providing a sense of liberation, yet carrying an unmistakable desolation.
Scattered here and there were small rest areas formed by caravans or tiny settlements created by nomadic tribes.
Viewed from above, these tiny villages and caravans were reduced to mere specks, quickly passing by as if they were nothing more than dots on a map.
The fierce winds came rushing forward.
Whooshhhhh—!
“Without this barrier, I would’ve been in serious trouble.”
Perched atop Anemore, Seong let out a sigh of relief, watching as the thunderous barrier created by Anemore absorbed the brunt of the wind.
Without it, the overwhelming wind pressure would have sent him tumbling through the air. Such was the speed at which Anemore flew—beyond what anyone could imagine.
Even Kalisha, imbued with the power of thunder, was trailing far behind, visible only as a distant dot.
Despite this breakneck pace, they still hadn’t reached their destination. It was a testament to the sheer scale of the Dune Wild Trail.