The journey west took Draven and Aria into the Western Wastes, a desolate and inhospitable region where few dared to venture. The land was barren, with cracked earth stretching as far as the eye could see, and the sky was a constant gray, as if the sun itself had given up on this forsaken place.
As they rode through the wasteland, Draven couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over him like a shroud. The Western Wastes were known for their harsh conditions, but there was something more to this place—something dark and malevolent that seemed to seep into the very air they breathed.
"This place feels wrong," Aria said, her voice filled with tension as she scanned the horizon. "It's as if the land itself has been corrupted."