As Ashen and Pyro trekked deeper into the unforgiving desert, the sun beat down relentlessly on them. The temperature soared, and the air shimmered with heat waves. Each step sent clouds of fine sand swirling around their legs, and the wind carried faint whispers that seemed almost alive, like ghosts haunting the barren landscape.
"Strange," Pyro said, his voice low and cautious, "I don't remember it being this quiet last time. No sandstorms, no beasts... it's like the desert is holding its breath."
Ashen nodded, feeling the same unease. Something had shifted in the Bloody Desert Territory since their last visit. The silence wasn't just eerie—it was unnatural. The desert was usually crawling with creatures, from scorpions the size of horses to packs of hyenas that hunted in the night. But now, the dunes were devoid of life.