The journey from the tropical region to the desert region took roughly twelve hours of nonstop travel.
They did not pause to rest, nor did they allow themselves to lose focus even for a moment.
From the very beginning of the march until the end, the Eastern Alliance forces continued forward along the tropical road that led directly toward the desert, maintaining discipline and steady momentum.
No cities were left standing along the route.
Every settlement they passed had already been destroyed, reduced to nothing more than city ruins.
Once a city fell, its absolute defensive magic collapsed along with it.
The powerful barriers that once protected walls, towers, and gates vanished completely, leaving behind only shattered stone, broken streets, and hollow silence.
They walked through these ruined cities, empty places long abandoned by life.
Dust drifted through the air, lifted by the wind and swirling lazily between collapsed buildings.
