The gray, ash-buried battlefield between Larracos and the Reaver castle, cleared of traps and eerily haunted.
The land between the crawlers' territory and The Reaver Castle lies covered in gray ash, so deep that the transport left tracks like it was cutting through snow. The hills had already been cleared of traps, and the convoy drove mostly in silence as it bounced across them.
Knowing that all the remaining mercenaries and The Reavers were dead was oddly disconcerting to Carl — the plains didn't just feel abandoned, they felt haunted. Ash settled on everyone as they rode, working its way into the scar on Tipid's bald head, and above it all Calliope circled unseen in the smoky sky.
Rolling gray hills buried under volcanic ash, tracked like snow, under a smoke-choked sky.
The haunted battlefield the rescue convoy crosses to reach the Reaver castle.