Ashara continent had instantly proven itself to be a worthy adversary when I had not even spent twenty-four hours there. I wasn't mad, I swear I wasn't. I couldn't even be mad. Honestly, I just wanted to leave here as soon as I could.
Having to destroy humans and Spirit Beasts was one thing, but these Duskstriders — they knew not the concept of walking or stopping, just a bunch of desert runners.
'I wonder where they're even running to.'
I couldn't even fathom a place after thinking about it for a while, but wherever it was, I could only cast some vote of pity for the place. Those things would get there eventually. They always did.
I exhaled while stepping back from the ruined window. We had found a ruin, although calling it a ruin was in fact a bit of a stretch. The place was a structure that had been torn naked by either a sandstorm or a crude Spirit Beast — maybe both, given how this continent seemed to operate.
