The barren wasteland blurred past… dried riverbeds, bleached skeletons of ancient titans, and jagged fissures all becoming streaks of grey and white.
Within minutes, the dead landscape began to transition back into the lush, vibrant hunting grounds they had left behind. The cracked soil gave way to patches of green, then to thick, rolling waves of wild-grass. The air grew richer, filled with the scent of life once more.
As they tore back into the edge of the massive grassland at breakneck speed, the primitive environment reacted violently to their sudden, high-speed intrusion.
A pack of shadow-wolves that had just brought down a young tusk-deer looked up in panic. The lead wolf had its jaws locked around the deer's throat, saliva dripping from its fangs.
But the moment the two warriors blasted past, a violent gust of wind and pressure slammed into them.
The entire pack was thrown off balance, tumbling across the grass in a chaotic heap.
