The transport ship flew beneath a layer of ochre-colored clouds.
Outside the porthole, the landscape rushed by.
An endless range of dark red ridges stretched out like the fossilized spine of a colossal beast.
In the valleys, rivers of lava snaked along, emitting an ominous red glow that cast a strange, crimson hue upon the clouds above.
There wasn't a hint of green in this world.
Allen didn't spend much time admiring the view. His Spiritual Power was immersed in the Memory Crystal Gordon had given him.
The sand table Master Mercer had shown him was grand but crude. The one Gordon provided was far more detailed, even including the migration paths of certain Magical Beast herds from the latest reconnaissance mission.
"We're here."
Gordon's voice broke Allen's concentration. The transport ship was descending.
Allen looked up.
