An expanse of wasteland that had been ploughed over and over again by war, leaving only charred soil and scattered stubborn rocks.
In a cave half-covered by several weathered boulders and completely inconspicuous, space rippled slightly, and the figures of Jeming and Anya slowly shifted from illusory to solid.
The light inside the cave was dim, the air thick with dust and a trace of Light Element presence, but the Energy level of the residual Energy aura was extremely faint.
Jeming's gaze swept across the cave walls and finally settled on a massive block of basalt at the bottom of the cave that was completely out of place with the surroundings, looking far too regular.
"It's here?" Anya lowered her voice and asked. Her perception spread out like invisible tendrils, cautiously probing every inch of space around them.
