Rizki urged his horse forward, the sound of hooves pounding against the dry, desolate land of The Land of Bastion. The landscape was barren, with withered trees and cracked earth stretching as far as the eye could see. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a relentless, scorching heat that seemed to radiate from the very earth itself. The air was filled with the acrid scent of dust and despair, and the horizon shimmered with mirages that teased the senses.
His mind was racing as he rode, leaving behind the fairy hero known as Yukina Inori, alone and bewildered in this forsaken land. The Land of Bastion had earned its reputation as a place where hope withered, and danger lurked around every twisted tree trunk.
