Death Valley, part 2

It was sunset by the time the Argo VII arrived on an eastern ridge overlooking Death Valley’s Badwater Basin. The sinking sun bathed the western sky in orange hues that were reflected in the puddles of water at the very center of a valley of salt flats and crusts that evoked the shape of a beehive’s interior.

The heroes hidden behind the Argo VII’s camouflage mode watched from the comfort of their seats as a strange scene played out before them. Unsurprisingly, despite not having to worry about getting caught, they all wore worried expressions, with many of them sitting at the edge of their seats.

“There’s barely any water left in the basin,” Ice Brand whispered.

“That’s what you’re worried about, Jin-Oppa?” Miracle Girl asked incredulously.