They paused once, near a low cluster of crumbling stones that might have once formed a shrine or watchtower. Asterion scouted ahead for a moment, scanning for illusions or watchers. Draven stood still, letting the ground shift beneath him, allowing it to ripple around his boots as if in challenge. He refused to be unnerved by it. He had survived cosmic anomalies in the Ashen Expanse, outrun illusions that hunted him like prey. Whatever game this twisted land intended, he would not falter.