The barren wind whispered through the skeletal trees, carrying a dry chill that seemed to gnaw at Adam's skin despite the layers he wore.
The Dark Valley stretched endlessly around them, a landscape of ruined stone and mud that had long forgotten the touch of sunlight.
Somewhere off into the distant, a low growl echoed.
For the most part the pair walked without purpose, or so it seemed.
Priscilla's grip on his hand was firm but relaxed, her eyes scanning the horizon with keen sharpness that made Adam feel at ease.
They passed broken carcasses, twisted, ragged remains of creatures that had died far from mercy. Smaller beasts, weak and desperate, had already scattered away from the pair, unwilling to risk crossing paths with these strange visitors.
Adam kept his senses alert, alongside Priscilla mostly not out of worry but rather mostly out of purpose to find a proper opponent.
