Rohan kept on moving. For a long time, that was all he allowed himself to do.
The Ashen Marshes did not welcome him at all. The land was too open, too empty, and way too hostile to living creatures like himself. There were no trees to cover him, nor any friendly slopes or streams — just steep cliff drops and either no water at all, or intense rapids that could even rip an Awakened like him to shreds if he fell in.
Rohan doubted that anybody, ever, had looked at this place and thought 'Yes, this place will do.'
Even psychopaths and insane people would avoid coming to this place.
There was only cracked black earth stretching for as far as the eye could see under his boots, disturbed now and then by jagged rocks jutting from the ground like the bones of some buried giant.
'This IS another universe — giants that size could exist for all I know.'
