With a grim expression, Thoren stood on the back of the undead Greater Dune Scorpion as it raced across the endless bone plain.
Its massive legs crushed smaller fragments of bones beneath its feet while clouds of pale dust rose behind them.
For hours, he had followed the map given to him by the Ancient Scorpion, moving steadily toward the northern region.
Throughout the journey, the endless field of bones remained almost unchanged, stretching toward the horizon like the remains of an entire civilization.
Just then, the scenery slowly began to change.
At first, the bones became fewer and then they became scattered. And finally, they disappeared altogether.
Thoren's deep blue eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the endless white plain gradually give way to dark soil.
The ground beneath the undead Greater Dune Scorpion was no longer covered in pale bones and crimson sand.
It was black.
Not the ordinary black of fertile soil.
