Chapter 477
Diana stepped onto the crest of a low dune.
Swoosh—
A dry, cool wind swept over her right after. That it was thick with sand was hardly surprising anymore.
Frowning under her mask, she turned her head to the side.
A black desert stretched out, drawing even gentler curves. Here and there, the sand-laden wind shimmered like a heat haze, making it look like an undulating sea covered in oil.
The sandstorm had newly sculpted the landscape, serving as the path leading to the Desert of Death.
"I must be crazy..." Diana muttered with a sigh. She trudged down the gentle slope; this was the path she had chosen, after all.
This path seemed to offer a slightly better chance of survival than crossing a seemingly endless desert while fighting countless monsters. After all, they had already taken down one archdemon, and Ian even had a track record of slaughtering several demons himself.
He might have asked knowing what my answer would be.
It was still a grim situation. However, since there was no use crying over spilled milk, she had no choice but to accept it and adapt.
One way or another, Diana was still a survivor who had stubbornly endured this demonic realm.
A crunch snapped Diana from her thoughts. She looked ahead.