Three days...
That was how long Victor had been trudging through endless sheets of dark crusted plains, over rough cliffs and cold valleys where the wind itself seemed alive.
His boots crunched rhythmically against the earth, almost sliding a few times due to the intense smoothness in this particular terrain.
According to his phone which was now at 5%, he had already crossed more than a hundred and fifty miles west.
And now… he was close to the border.
He walked all the way through in order to preserve the little qi he had left just in case.
The temperature had plummeted to such a degree that even the air felt sharp enough to slice through skin. There was no vegetation here, no wildlife, not even the buzzing of those large insects that normally accompanied the quietest of wastelands. It was as if nature itself had given up trying to exist in this place.
