Chapter 37 - Wangji

We went two weeks without finding anything in No Man's Land. It was hard to hunt for something where nothing existed. There was a constant slurry of white. When there wasn't a storm, you still couldn't see too far ahead. We couldn't tell what direction we were going until Sellion made a makeshift compass that always pointed north.

We didn't know how close or far we were from the edge of No Man's Land. Maybe we'd gone in circles these past weeks. Maybe we'd traversed the entire mass of land.