"Where have we arrived now? Is this still the Empire?" Baleri looked at the identical scenery ahead and asked.
"I don't know." Aleksei, riding beside him, didn't turn his head. "There are many places in the Norn without names."
In mid-October, the sunny days in the Roaring Corridor were gradually becoming fewer, and frost was beginning to cling to the grass leaves.
As for the sunshine here, especially after autumn, it felt different from other places.
It shone on the body with a sunny scent, but smelled of a cold, dry odor, like placing a frozen stone at the tip of the nose.
The light penetrated the ground, yet the grass blades emitted a peculiar gray-green glow.
The sunlight pushed the wind along, but one could feel the stinging pain on the face from the grass tips.
In this environment, one could see endless wastelands and low hills, with shallow rivers and silvery lakes occasionally appearing.
