Lassim sped across the sky, the vast expanse of the desert stretching out below him, the golden sands giving way to rocky ridges as he approached the meeting point.
The eastern ridge, a jagged line where the forest met the desert sands, loomed in the distance.
As Lassim drew closer, he could sense his teammates auras with his spirit sense against the backdrop of the surrounding environment at the bottom of one of the ridges.
The sun hung low in the sky, now the afternoon with long shadows casting across the ground, and the air had cooled slightly as evening approached.
The oppressive heat of the desert was starting to wane, but Lassim could still feel the residual burns on his skin from the defense he mounted which he had just barely escaped from.
His wounds were healing steadily thanks to [Lifestream], but the process was slower than he'd like.
