More hours passed.
The air shimmered from the overwhelming heat, turning the sand beneath their feet into an endless sea of golden death. Walking on it felt like traversing on a large, heated cooking pan.
Sweat oozed down everyone's faces, with their bodies aching from the sheer effort walking under the merciless sun took. Even the most physically capable among them felt it—the slow, creeping exhaustion clawing into their very bones.
The accursed waiting only made things worse.
There had been no attacks for hours. No sand worms, no undead horrors, nothing. Just silence. The longer it stretched, the more unbearable it became.
No one trusted it.
