Under his strength of that simple push, the plants had no chance to resist. They moved presenting the group with the sight of what it guarded.
Behind those twirling figs and what had almost seem to be a small bush. There was a shocking wasteland. Shocking because the sharp contrast third small pieces of land could attain to the rest of the field they had walked to was too immense to keep ones mind stable. If compared to the field plunged by the battle, then this small pieces of land was even more in a terrible situation as it was.
The floor was dry, devoid of any speck of dust or sand. Neither could there even be seen a drop of water. It looked charred, black and hardened as if burnt with an immeasurable amount of fire. Despite the obsidian form, this piece of land emitted a subtle glow of red from its very core.
Why the land was in complete disarray, there was a lot more than took a form they could not explain.
