บท 205: In The Sands, Battle Awaits

The path forward became anxious; swallowed by the horizon of dark tides of abyssal sediment left no room to turn back. Vibrations under the soles of their boots became more frequent, listening to sand being tossed at the movement of the surface. 

"It's cold…"

Aiko muttered, hugging herself as she tightened her white robes in an attempt to garner some warmth.

"Akitein doesn't get like this?"

"…It does, but it's mostly springy weather year-round."

Speaking through the uncomfortable cold, Aiko replied to Ren, who seemed unbothered by the change in temperature. 

It was something he noticed not too long after entering Obsidreen's Frontier: the region was almost like the polar opposite of a normal desert. The black, somber sand that was damp and moist rather than dry,  a total lack of any sunlight, a bitter cold that set in—a peculiar, charcoal smell filled the air.