When Rogal descended on Walladesh, the sun was rising to the highest point in the sky.

The breeze blows through the wheat fields that have been dyed golden, swaying the green stalks. Unlike the dry, hot and dry winds of the desert, the winds here are moist. The legacy of the last civilization still operates around the city of the first good, filtering the salty seawater to meet the irrigation and drinking needs of the inhabitants.

It is because of these ancient technologies that the Covenant is able to control the hearts and minds of the entire planet. There are no sand dunes in sight here,

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