Iris' group encountered several dead bodies along the way as they continued their travels to reach Eldoris. The sight didn't horrify them. They knew the war wasn't the reason for this. Darklings started killing themselves for power and using the ongoing war against the dark abyss to justify their actions.
The hot weather on the central continent was starting to annoy Iris. For someone who was born and lived her entire life in the northern hemisphere, she was used to the harsh winters and cool summers. The constant heat and humidity were unbearable for Iris.
The sun beat down mercilessly, with no clouds in sight to offer any relief. The landscape was dry and barren, with wilted plants and scorched earth. The air appeared to shimmer in the heat, distorting the view. The dry heat seemed to suck all moisture from the air, leaving a dry, dusty taste in Iris' mouth. No matter how much water she drank, she couldn't seem to quench her thirst.