Elaith dragged his feet on the wasteland. Violent wind blew dust all over him.
There were no plants in sight. There were no trees. There were no life.
Walking beside him, Goliath squinted his eyes as he pushed on through the storm.
Elaith did not know where he would go. He had no purpose now.
Finding a shelter might be a good start.
He picked Goliath and raised his arm to protect his eyes. The wind storm became harsher. Rocks covered with rotten plants flew everywhere.
It must be the dead plants. Elaith saw many roots sunk deep into the soil like it was being devoured, rotting, decaying.
The sect master had said this wasn't the first time it happened. So long ago, this terrible calamity had fallen upon this world too?
No wonder almost all living things died at that time.
