They walked through the sand for a bit. Silva wondered why they couldn't just up and fly. The man seemed to know what he was thinking and spoke.
"I'm guessing you can fly somehow, but I'd advise you not to for the time being, because you'd be at risk," he said, not giving the context at all.
"But you came here flying," Silva said.
"No, I came through a spatial fracture that I forced from somewhere else. You can fly here, the issue lies in the creatures that attack once you are airborne.
This entire desert is called Death's Sandbox. It's a desert that consists of two types of powerful beings: the worms and the vultures." The man stopped and then looked at them. "Also, I'm sure you are wondering why I can understand what you are saying, right?" he asked.
Only then did Silva and the rest remember that not everywhere used the same language as they did.
"Yeah, so how can we understand you?" Silva asked.
