The night had passed, the morning greeted the two with warmer air as the sun rose in the sky.
The journey had to be resumed, exploring the entire grassland and desert ahead. The vastness of the desert would be quite time-consuming, when Leon used to spend a full day to reach Seaside.
They had restarted their journey an hour ago, almost at the end of the meadow that was so refreshing and open to show the morning sky.
Next, Westnon would greet them with its aridity and sweeping land breeze.
Leon handed Gretta a cloth, asking her to cover herself with it. As warm as Westnon was, the air was bitterly cold. Perhaps it was because the wind was so strong and the heat wasn't too strong. It was bright and open, but not as hot as other places that could cause dehydration.
"Is Westnon that cold?" Gretta asked as she wrapped the cloth in her hand around her body. The main upper body was wrapped.
