The Golden Desert lay in the central part of the Old World.
As the very heart of the Old World, it had once been the richest place on the entire continent. Many years ago, the headquarters of the Wizard Council had stood here.
Long ago, a war challenging the Wizard Council of that era had turned the entire Golden Desert into a permanent desert environment. Even a Legendary Wizard could not alter its terrain over a large area for long.
For many years afterward, the entire Golden Desert had been a dead land, a forbidden zone for life.
It was not until many years later that explorers brought precious metals out of the Golden Desert and announced that they had discovered numerous precious metal deposits in the desert.
Only then did countless ambitious and greedy people return here, unearthing countless ore deposits in the desert. That was how the Golden Desert had earned its name.
At that moment, on the outskirts of the Golden Desert, two figures, a man and a woman, were "struggling" onward against bone-eroding wind and sand.
It truly did erode bones. Because the wind element in this world was extremely active, every gust of the Golden Desert's windblown sand, laden with mysterious power, would strip a piece of flesh from an ordinary person. It was no less deadly than ordinary blades.
Thus, even a Second-Tier Classholder would begin counting down to death upon entering the Golden Desert, sooner or later ground to dust by the wind and sand.
Only Classholders of the Third Tier or above could travel through the Golden Desert for any considerable length of time.
"Ptooey! We've been eating sand for over ten days now. Dunn, how much longer until we get out of this desert?"
"You're a [Weather Master], and you're asking