There was no ridge, no physical separation of the two climates. A single step decided whether you boiled or froze, and he had never seen anything like it.
Kade knelt slowly and pressed on hand to the boundary. His fingers crossed the shimmering threshold, now half numb and half burning. He jerked back with a sharp exhale and shook his hand.
Magic.
It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, mostly just offensive magic in combat. This was something older, more primal. He stood there for a moment, absorbing, wondering how to proceed.
“Easy there, traveler.”
Kade’s hand drifted to his sword as he turned to look at the man who’d come around one of the larger sand dunes.
A small group stood several paces away from him. Three men and a woman were all dressed in layered desert garb wi
