Arthur and Aziel prepared to depart from their temporary sanctuary. Arthur transferred their water jars into his realm storage—an oddly comforting sensation as the physical objects dissolved into particles of darkness before vanishing completely. The convenience of this ability felt more valuable than others in this hostile environment.
"That's everything," Arthur announced, adjusting his tattered robe. "We should move while we still have daylight."
They set off without ceremony, leaving behind the weathered stone temple that had sheltered them through the night. Arthur couldn't help but glance back as they walked, watching their last refuge gradually shrink into the distance. The structure stood defiant against the landscape of corruption—a final bastion of what this place had once been before everything went wrong.
