Two days later…
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The journey from the Home of the Hollow Ones to Bhujanga-Dwipa was a monotonous one through what felt like a very quiet desert. There was nothing but darkness, shadow, and the endless crunch of desert sand on the way.
From time to time, a streak of lightning would crack across the sky, lighting up the barren wasteland, and in that brief moment the cadets could see that on the sand, there was nothing but a few bleached bones. After the lightning, the darkness would return heavier than before.
This did little to help the group's mood.
But regardless, the cadets marched on relentlessly. During the trek, they stopped twice to rest and fill their stomachs with lots of food. And those who had the capacity to draw in mana did so during these opportunities.
By the end of the second day and on the morning of the third, they suddenly burst out of the wall of darkness onto a beautiful shore that awed them, leaving them breathless.
