A Reason To Trust

The crimson sun above burned like an unrelenting eye, its fiery gaze scorching the sands below. 

The vast expanse of one of Zalthor's dead deserts stretched in all directions, an endless wasteland of cracked earth and skeletal rock formations that clawed toward the sky.

Each step Asher took was soundless, his shadow stretching long across the sands as he made his way toward the distant tent—where Eradicator and Lori waited. 

His black robe billowed slightly with every stride, the fabric resisting the cruel desert winds that howled in protest.

He decided to descend and walk for a while before reaching the tent to pull himself together and prepare himself for whatever came next. He knew he couldn't afford to wallow in pain and hurt after everything that happened.

He needed to remain strong and fight for those still depending on him and awaiting his return. He still had to make things right for Rowena and his people. He can't just leave it at that.