Chapter 469
Once known as the Golden Desert, the land before them now looked far more fitting for the name Black Desert. And yet, the air wasn't hot. If anything, it felt unnervingly cold.
Swoosh—
Ian's vision flipped without warning as a chill, dry wind swept across him. The black dunes filling his gaze dissolved into pure darkness, bringing the sensation of being pulled somewhere—downward, endlessly. There was no sign or warning, but Ian didn't flinch or panic.
This is sooner than I expected.
By now, this sort of thing barely surprised him. Smacking his lips slightly resignedly, Ian simply waited for the inevitable vision. However, even after the dragging sensation faded, the darkness didn't lift.
Woosh— Woosh—
Strange, rhythmic sounds echoed around him, like waves crashing on a sandy beach. Ian then realized it made sense he couldn't see—his consciousness had been pulled beneath the sand sea's surface.
Swoosh—
The sound was from something swimming through the sand. Even within the darkness, the presence beyond was unmistakably immense.
Well, that's new.
It was the archdemon, Yanar Tash.