Into the Carapace.
A vast wasteland of black dunes as far as a man can see, the sea of glass-like shards taking on a deep blood-red in the bleak sunlight. The half-buried plates of obsidian are in constant shifting motion, presumably formed during some cataclysmic volcanic eruption. Named the Carapace by the superstitious natives who believe it to be the mass graveyard of some giant beetle beings long gone from this world.
About 4 hrs.
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