The sun of Tenebris could not pierce the thick veil of grayish clouds that hung over the arid plateau.
The ground, cracked by centuries of stifling heat and demonic mana pulsing irregularly, groaned under the boots of Klein Konstantine and Vice Director Amaera Castillon. They walked at a respectful distance from each other, and their gazes swept the horizon where ancient ruins stood.
Amaera Castillon advanced with grace, superbly ignoring the roughness of the terrain. Despite the apocalyptic environment, she remained of an unreal beauty.
Her long cyan-blue hair rippled down her back, and this contrast was violent with the gray monotony of the desert. Her deep blue eyes, tinged with a metallic gray gleam, swept the surroundings with boredom.
