Across the boundless expanse of the Wasteland of Bones, Luca pressed forward, following the direction in which the molten rivers of magma flowed.
Three days had already passed since he first set foot in this desolate land. In all that time, the sights before him had hardly changed—everywhere his eyes wandered, there were erupting volcanoes and ceaseless streams of lava.
Although he had encountered a few monsters along the way, their strength was pathetically weak. The flame skeletons posed no threat to him at all, nor did they provide him with any useful information.
At this moment, Luca wiped the sweat trickling down his forehead. The air around him was unbearably hot. Even though he had constructed a barrier with his own power to shield himself from the heat, the relentless waves of scorching air still pressed against him.
"We'll have to stop and rest again. My condition is already starting to deteriorate," Luca said, speaking to Sophia.
