The boundless expanse of the pale yellow desert and barren hills stretched as far as the eye could see, devoid of human presence and life.
Karon stood at the crest of a sand ridge, gazing into the distance at the rolling dunes reflecting the blinding light under the sun.
The Red Dragon loved the hot climate; at midday in the desert, the surface temperature reached a scorching sixty degrees, an environment in which ordinary creatures could not survive. The yellow sand beneath his feet was hot enough to cook food directly.
Even many ferocious species in the Icaria World, and some Extraordinary Magical Beasts whose attributes don't match, would dehydrate and perish living in such conditions for long.
They would be sun-dried into mummies, their desiccated bodies set aflame, turning to dust that eternally accompanies the yellow sand.
