The low rumble of horses galloping resonated through the air, creating a low vibration that caused the dry land to crack and crumble. The soft, mushy lands of the village surroundings were gone.
After half a day's riding, Asmodeus came to the north-west.
A scouting mission.
'This place is horrible...' He thought to himself from a human perspective, the land dry and brittle with soil so tough it became like stone, caked and baked to the limit.
"Hold!"
Asmodeus called out, as the fifty knights slowed to a halt, Velvet, Erika and Asmodea all stopping beside him as they gazed at the vast size of the 'dead' lands.
"What do you think about this, Velvet, Lumina?"
He asked those two because of their expertise in various areas. Lumina, a former goddess, might know the true reason the land became so devoid of life that even the small bugs found in the mud didn't exist.
"What is this place?" Velvet's eyes trembled as she observed the land.
