When Herad arrived in the Shadowlands, he wore an oxygen mask and carried a large oxygen tank on his back.
The Shadowlands was the world of the dead, so breathing toxic air here would be perfectly normal.
Yet when Herad checked the gas analysis results from his gnomish survival device,
he discovered that the air quality in this damned place was actually fairly good.
Although the air quality was not particularly good, breathing normally posed no problems at all!
Thinking of the vast primeval forest of Ardenweald, Herad immediately understood.
Revendreth also had several fairly large forests.
There were not many living creatures in this world, while plenty of plants were producing oxygen.
An oxygen shortage was absolutely impossible!
Having discovered that oxygen was not an issue, Herad put away his oxygen equipment.
Then he began surveying the Ember Ward, a land ravaged by the Holy Light and littered with ruins and ash.
The Naaru's assault on this region had ended many, many years ago.
After being bombarded by vast amounts of holy energy, the Ember Ward had become a land of Holy Light.
Sunlight pierced the layers of lead-gray clouds and shone down on the devastated land.
Herad naturally felt very comfortable in such an environment.
But the Venthyr refugees exiled to this holy wasteland were far less happy!
They were intelligent beings with undead attributes and could not remain exposed to sunlight imbued with holy properties for long.
Sunlight of this intensity would kill them within minutes.
To move freely through the Ember Ward, they had to carry parasols or wear clothing that covered their entire bodies.
The Venthyr refugees looked a little like vampires.
Their builds were also about the same size as ordinary humanoids.
As such, Herad with his hood pulled up and the Small Arcane