"...Whose recommendation was this again?"
"M… mine. What, just because you're some big shot now you think my recommendations are no longer valid? Unfilial, very unfilial."
"Ms. Angela… it's a desert."
Emptiness. A vast nothing of emptiness.
That was perhaps the best set of words Van could think of to describe the wasteland he now finds himself in. For miles, there was nothing but sand; even the whispers in the air were singing its coarseness.
If it wasn't for his increased durability, then Van would probably be blind right about now as the endless onslaught of sand showered through his eyes. He was currently in the process of choosing where to build the 10th Realm, and seeing as although Angela was able to master Charles's skill, she still was not confident enough to be bringing more people with her.
