They walked through the sand for a bit. Silva wondered why they couldn't just up and fly. The man seed to know what he was thinking and spoke.
"I'm guessing you can fly sohow, but I'd advise you not to for the ti being, because you'd be at risk," he said, not giving the context at all.
"But you ca here flying," Silva said.
"No, I ca through a spatial fracture that I forced from sowhere else. You can fly here, the issue lies in the creatures that attack once you are airborne.
This entire desert is called Death's Sandbox. It's a desert that consists of two types of powerful beings: the worms and the vultures." The man stopped and then looked at them. "Also, I'm sure you are wondering why I can understand what you are saying, right?" he asked.
Only then did Silva and the rest rember that not everywhere used the sa language as they did.
"Yeah, so how can we understand you?" Silva asked.
"That's because I have a job that requires to learn hundreds of thousands of languages, and yours is one among them, so I understand it perfectly.
But you guys, on the other hand, need so translators. I have a few at my base, so when we get there you can have them.
Now back to what I was saying, the worms are the creatures you already t, massive tubes that are ready to swallow you whole.
But what you t were asly infants, hungry and inexperienced. If you were to et the adults, that would have been a much bigger issue," he said.
"So why did the adults not attack?" Drake asked, curious as to why.
"Because they didn't feel any tasty energy. The adults will not co out for just anyone, they need to feel the energy of soone with vitality, a lot of it.
If you had attacked the infants, there is a high chance that your energy would instantly attract them," he said and kept walking.
"But you fought them, and nothing happened," Silva pointed out.
"Yes, and that's because of my suit. It is specially made for hunting in the sandbox, as it muffles your energy radiation, aning you can fight perfectly without having the risk of more coming." He explained, then looked up at the sky and pointed.
"Look," he said, and everyone looked up. They spotted a flying creature in the sky, black and with four wings. It had the neck and head of a vulture but was the size of a wyvern.
"That right there is death from above, the vulture. They hardly ever move alone, and that one there is simply scouting. Whatever information it gathers, it hands over to the rest of the vultures, and they co together to attack," he explained.
"Then shouldn't we hide from their view?" Lily said.
"No, they don't co for groups on the ground unless you are alone or all of you are flying," he said.
"So why would Ophelia drop us here if it's that dangerous?" Silva asked.
"Because on this planet, this is one of the safest points to enter through compared to everywhere else.
The mont you step in, the eyes of the Arcane Council and the Dynasty are already on you, and you beco another digit in their massive ga.
You lose your control before you even have it, so the best thing for you would be to co in through places like this desert," he said.
"Uhm, what is the Dynasty and the Arcane Council?" Silva asked.
"Two of the greatest structures in this world. Their strength goes beyond this planet as well. The Dynasty is an organization of cultivators, people seeking out the peak and also their Dao.
As for the Arcane, they are a magical organization. Their aim is to create more and more sophisticated arcane items.
This bodysuit I have on is a product from them," he said casually, explaining a little bit more about this world.
"I know you all are new here, so I'll tell you, keep your head low, avoid everyone, and try to stay away from fights.
There are a lot of savage quasi-immortals, demigods, and martial masters that run around seeking battle. Don't give in to them. Demons here are ruthless," he said.
'I'm a demigod, but it doesn't seem like Ophelia inford him about that fact. That's better. I'll keep a low profile until I'm sure of what I'm doing here and the directions to take,' Silva thought.
They walked for several kiloters, and finally, they ca to a place that seed to be at the edge of the desert—a dystopian-looking city.
They arrived at the city and walked in, and the first thing Silva noticed was the people. Most of them were dressed normally, but so had certain clothes that looked like a cyberpunk setting.
He wasn't alien to this type of dressing, but to his followers here, they hadn't seen dressing like this and they were confused.
Soon, they made it to a house in the corner of the city. He placed his hand on the door and a magical circle ford underneath. The door unlocked and they walked in.
The light in the house ca on the mont he stepped in. Tubes lined along the walls gave light rather than the crystals they knew.
He had seats in his living room. He closed the door and offered all of them to sit down. Drake, Lily, and Dawn were unsure and a bit scared.
But Silva was no stranger to this. He had been on Earth before he ca here, and this house felt a bit nostalgic. He slumped into a chair and took a deep breath.
"This is relaxing," he muttered. The rest slowly sat down, but from their expressions, one could tell they weren't comfortable.
"Alright, welco to my little ho," he said and sat down on his chair, eyes focused on them. He leaned back and crossed his leg.
"Now, let's talk," he said.
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