Three days later.
Though the land remained barren and stretched out into endless wasteland, the cold seemed to finally abate. The chilly winds blowing through this place, while not warm, had softened, not slicing against one's face like a blade.
"We've finally arrived,"
Xiahou Yan, walking at the front of the column, looked into the distance and let out a sigh of relief.
Having reached this place, they were now officially within the bounds of Sha Prefecture.
Just a short distance ahead lay the true wasteland, followed by an eroded landscape shaped by sandstorms, where a fortified camp on the border was stationed, now routinely patrolled by scouts along the border.
Looking forward from here, one could almost make out, through the haze at the horizon of the wasteland, the rugged erosional mountains, although they were still quite distant, much like a mirage.
Behind.
Beside the carts.
