They spanned the length of the fields with good time, Uzuyoki bagging a few deer and a cattle for later consumption when they would later make camp. They came to the top on the landscape and were now looking down on a shockingly diverged plateau. One half was a stretch of barren tundra stretching to the east, the other was a patch of dead, volcanic earth dotted with an active looking volcano, in between the two the mouth of the Red Sea, given the name because of it's blood red hue. Uzuyoki and the old man both stared in silent wonder.