The transition from the silver forest to the grey desert was not gradual.
One second, Nathan was pushing through thick silver branches. The next, he stepped out into open air and nearly fell face-first into a sea of grey sand.
"What the—" He caught himself on the edge of the treeline and stared.
The forest just... stopped. Behind him, silver trees stretched back as far as he could see. Ahead of him, nothing but sand. Grey sand, under a white sky with no sun, no clouds, no anything. Just an endless pale void.
"That's ominous," Dillon said.
He stepped out beside Nathan. Cloudy was coiled around his shoulders like a very nervous scarf, her scales dim and crackling weakly. She didn't like it either.
Garrett and Red came next. Red's hooves sank into the sand. The Mad-Sheep made a sound that was half-bleat, half-complaint.
"Yeah, buddy, I don't like it either," Garrett muttered.
