The journey across the White Death Desert for two days and two nights was a trial born in hell, even for the seasoned warriors of The Hollowed. Without the protective dome generated by Lyra bounding the solar radiation away, their bones would likely have melted into dust.As dawn broke on the third day, the monotonous sea of white sand was finally interrupted by a massive geographical anomaly.Spread out before them was a colossal crater, spanning over five kilometers in diameter. The sand at the crater's edge cascaded downward constantly, as if being swallowed by the very mouth of the earth. In the exact center of this basin protruded the tips of massive obsidian pillars, partially buried, arranged in the distinct pattern of a shadow crown.This was Kaelen'Dhor. The ancient capital of the Umbra Clan, sunken a thousand years ago.Aroan stood at the edge of the crater, his black duster billowing violently against the scorching desert wind. By his side, Nyx in his four-meter-tall Primal