Alvios had nothing better to do besides walk forwards. It couldn't have been that long, but he felt like he had been out here for hours. The sun was hot enough and the land dry enough to be quite uncomfortable; he had grown accustomed to Corona's sea breeze. Well, at least he had discarded his jacket [i]before[/i] coming in here.

     He looked around in all directions, as he had done several times already, before continuing his walk forward. He had Vale's sword at his hip now, letting the ever-sharp blade leave a nice gouge in the ground in case he needed to retrace his steps. [color=mediumorchid]"I immediately regret my decision,"[/color] he groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. [color=mediumorchid]"I don't know if I'm simply in some absolutely foreign part of the world, or if I'm in a separate dimension. If Yzeira's plan to stop us was to just throw us into different parts of the cosmos, well, I suppose we walked right into it. More literally than I would have liked."[/color]

     Another few minutes, and he looked around again. [color=mediumorchid]"Does [i]anything[/i] exist out here besides dirt?!"[/color]