Chapter 626 - The Adventurer (36)

Vast regions that were once fertile and rich with life became desolate wastelands, stretching as far as the eye could see. Once-green fields, rolling hills, and lush forests were replaced by barren expanses of cracked earth, devoid of vegetation and life. The ground itself was tainted, exuding a toxic miasma that choked any living thing that dared to cross it. Deep fissures, filled with a seething, tar-like substance, marred the landscape, and geysers of noxious gas erupted sporadically, further poisoning the air. These wastelands were devoid of color, their ashen hues reflecting the hopelessness of the world, and they served as grim reminders of the life that had once flourished there.