The door of the Machsage club would be opened by Ashrosaliera Säpphroaleryst, with Tarnisha Smithdottir standing right behind, smiling with her hands in front like a mother sending her kid to a playdate.
Inside, they saw… a junkyard.
Quite literally a junkyard, and there was no sugarcoating it.
A giant desert appeared in front of Ash and Tarnisha, the road stretched as far as a town and as wide as a castle.
But it wasn't an empty desert with cactuses and oasises, it was one with wheels, gears, wrenches, some kind of oozing liquids from a pile of rubber, half a carriage being dismantled, boxes, logs, trashcan, tubes, reflective panels, flag of Euria, ropes, waterpipe, a stick,...
Among at least a million more things appeared on the two sides where they walk, stacked up to a mount, tall enough for Ash to barely peak through if she tiptoed.
