Nevertheless, Bruce, after disappearing, found himself standing in the middle of another dry savannah.
The air was thick with heat. The faint shimmer of mirage rippled above the horizon. Around him stretched a sea of yellowing grass, half-dry shrubs, and sparse, twisted trees that looked like they had fought too long against the wind.
Apart from these, nothing else was in sight.
The place was vast, too vast. The kind of empty that made sound echo.
Though Ozai had bribed Bale to send both of them into the same zone, they weren't dropped side by side. The simulation had scattered everyone evenly across the region, keeping a wide radius between each recruit.
Still, Bale had slipped Ozai something more valuable than proximity: coordinates. With them, Ozai could slowly close the distance between them, tracking Bruce's position step by step. Even then, the scale of the terrain was massive. It would take him at least a day or two of travel to reach Bruce's location, even at full speed.
