A glass of "apple juice" down, Little Dark fell asleep immediately and hasn't woken up since.
This fully demonstrates the terrifying nature of the Lindong Witch, whose Magic Potion even powerful Elemental Elves would succumb to.
The atmosphere of desolation persisted until dusk. As the sun dipped westward, the small town in the desert appeared faintly on the horizon. Ethan glanced at the map; the locals called this town "Dust's End," located between the Far West and the empire's border, with its only water source being a half-dried ancient deep well, surrounded by wind-eroded rock formations and bands of quicksand.
The atmosphere in the town was more oppressive than on the cart.
Dusk should have been the liveliest time at the post station. In other places, adventurers from all over would have gathered in the town's inn, ready to start boasting about their travel experiences after a few drinks.
