Two days passed.
Reidar walked through the badlands, following the path his Sky-Hunters carved through the ash-choked air.
The storms had stopped for now, leaving behind a land covered in shades of gray and rust-red. The visibility had improved to maybe half a mile on a good stretch, though the haze never fully cleared.
Reidar had covered roughly 120 miles since leaving his temporary shelter. His body complained, and his lungs burned from breathing the toxic air—but he kept moving forward.
The Sky-Hunters ranged ahead in expanding patterns, searching for anything that might threaten their master and luring these monsters away from him if they were too close.
Once again, the first day had yielded nothing. Rock formations that had looked promising from a distance turned out to just be natural pillars carved by wind and time.
