The air smelled of sulfur as Razer took in another deep breath as he walked down hill from the large hill he first observed the Tular Plains. One more breath filled his nostrils with the charcoal smell of ash and fuels on fire. It was not unknown what lie in wait here for him, Razer had heard all the stories back in the Gregory Orphanage.

"Evil lurks in the plains of demons, none who travel there come back."

Flashbacks of the nuns lecturing the orphans, the religious fanatics that never truly cared. Tattered robes clung to his pale, dry skin. The sun beat down over his head like a merciless father on their sons.

Water, just a sip..

His mind made wishful thoughts. The craving of just some hydrating substance was overwhelming. Luckily, caves lied about everywhere, refuges from the heat of what Razer was beginning to call Hell. He was sure the name Haide had some relation to the concept of hell.

Razer pulled himself to the nearest cave, falling face first to the cold, rocky ground. Blood seeped out his nose caused from the fall. He was weak, so weak. It seemed this may have just been the end of him. Darkness reached out around his vision, threatening to close in on him, engulfing Razer into the unknown.

Is this how I am to die?

Razer's thoughts were few and far between withing worth remembering. He was ready to brace death with nothing to live for.