The Wasteland stretched endlessly before them, a grey expanse of cracked earth and twisted rock formations that seemed to shift in the corner of the eye, never quite staying where they should.
They had been walking for what felt like hours.
Ignis kicked a loose stone, sending it skittering across the barren ground. Her flames, usually bright and eager, had dimmed to a sullen flicker, as if even they were weighed down by the oppressive stillness of the place.
"This is boring," she announced, her voice too loud in the heavy silence. "There's nothing here." She kicked another stone for emphasis. "We've been walking all day. My feet hurt."
Adam didn't slow his pace. "We haven't been walking all day. It just feels that way."
Ignis groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. "Same thing! Can't I just fly? I'll scout ahead, find something interesting, and come back. It'll be faster."
Adam reached over and rapped his knuckles against the top of her head.
