The transport ship navigated beneath scorched yellow clouds. Outside the porthole, the landscape blurred past at breakneck speed.
Endless dark red ridges stretched into the distance like the petrified spines of giant beasts. Rivers of molten lava snaked through the valleys, emitting an ominous scarlet glow that cast an eerie red reflection upon the clouds above. There was not a single trace of green in this world.
Allen didn't spend much time admiring the scenery; his Spiritual Power was immersed in the Memory Crystal Gordon had given him. The sand table Master Mercer had displayed earlier was grand but rough. In contrast, the information Gordon provided was far more detailed, even including the migration paths of certain Magical Beast herds from the latest reconnaissance.
"We've arrived," Gordon interrupted Allen's thoughts. The transport ship was losing altitude.
