The sky above the Southern Wastes was red.
The sun was nowhere to be seen, hidden behind the corrupted clouds that had covered the region for centuries.
Everything beneath that strange sky had taken on the same reddish color. The sand, the rocks, and even the distant hills looked as though they had been stained with blood.
And the desert seemed to stretch on forever.
Huge dunes rose in every direction, their slopes covered in fine red sand that shifted whenever the wind blew. The air carried an unpleasant smell, a mixture of rust and something rotten. It was nothing like the clean, dry air of an ordinary desert.
Centuries of Abyssal corruption had changed this place beyond recognition. The soil was poisoned, the atmosphere was dangerous, and almost nothing could grow here. Even the remains of creatures that died in the Wastes were slowly absorbed into the ground.
The stealth jet descended toward a patch of cracked stone near the edge of the desert.
