They were about to embark on the Path of Death, how could that be easy?
The Love Desert was constantly covered with sweeping yellow sands. As they reached the edge of the desert, gazing at the desolation, Casas found it hard to imagine how their ancestors had managed to emerge from the desert lands to reach the nurturing rivers of Ajia Land.
If it were only Casas embarking on this journey alone, he would have given up long ago.
The firm will of Noen and the other slaves bolstered his confidence.
Casas turned his head and saw Noen, clad in a black robe, followed by about a dozen slaves, facing the flying sand ahead.
However, rather than saying that Noen and the slaves bolstered his confidence…
It was more like Noen and the slaves, like a torrent, pushed him forward.
"Young master, let's set off,"
Noen, leading the camel, said aloud.
The young man stroked the camel's smooth fur, this was an old camel.
"Alright, Noen, may Kagawus grant us the Prophecy for our journey ahead,"
