Racine gazed into Lucia's eyes and the intensity paralleled the resolution of his words. Before Lucia could respond, he was already marching away.
The next day continued as the last. They sped through the barren plain, only stopping to dispatch what monsters they met along the road. The air in the wasteland was insufferably dry. Hours passed under the dead sun.
Lucia could barely keep her eyes open. Her surge of anger had begun to dissipate again. The landscape looked essentially the same as far as the eye could see. The dusty plains lay against the backdrop of a flat mountainous range.
After a while, a strange structure caught Lucia's eye. It was a great stone archway. As they passed under it and fell under the respite of shadows, Clover finally spoke.
"This is the halfway point," Clover explained.
Lucia looked over to Clover.
"What happens when we arrive?"
