Smoke from the ruins of Needle Point continued to funnel up like a plume behind them as they made their way through the trees. The brittle leaves crumbled each time one of them brushed against one, the petrified bark ghostly white, the lifeless dirt crunching under their feet. Valerius examined the terrain while his advisor studied it in fascination. “I’ve never seen a landscape so devoid of essence” he remarked in wonder.
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