The journey had been arduous, each step taking them deeper into the wasteland. The land itself felt hostile, as if it resisted their presence. Sylvia walked beside Lyra, her eyes alert, her senses keen to any movement in their surroundings. Victor moved slightly ahead of them, his eyes scanning the horizon, his hands ready to cast a protective spell at any moment.
"This place is so quiet," Sylvia murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's like the whole world is holding its breath."