The rest of the plane (1)

In the passenger seat of Kael's armored vehicle, Erik sat, his gaze sweeping across the stark expanse of the White Desert.

The morning sun cast a soft, golden hue over the landscape, illuminating the snow-white sands that stretched before them.

The sand, pristine and unmarred, resembled a vast, frozen tundra under the gentle light of the sun. Shadows of the vehicle and occasional rock formations were etched against the pale ground, creating a striking contrast.

The monochrome panorama of the White Desert, with its undulating dunes and the gentle play of light and shadow, presented a scene of tranquil desolation.

The convoy had been searching for the remaining parts of the crashed plane for a while, and they got tired.

As Erik observed, the expressions on the faces of his comrades revealed their thoughts and feelings. Their bodies were weary, and they longed for some rest. Their wish was to go back home.