Great South African Canyon. Loess highlands and strange, jagged mountains sprawled everywhere, while vultures circling high overhead beat their wings. Within one of these mountain ranges, countless bodies clad in white robes lay in various poses throughout the silent canyon. Bodies littered the ground as far as the eye could see—the phrase could not have been more fitting. Jesse followed behind the young man calling himself Peter, her eyes empty. Just two minutes earlier, the two of them had suddenly appeared in this canyon.