Black Desert

The group slowed to a halt at the edge of the Black Desert, its expanse stretching endlessly under the starlit sky. The sand here was unlike anywhere else they'd been, dark as coal and glinting faintly in the moonlight as if each grain carried a shard of something unearthly.

Lucius descended to the ground, his legs sinking into the strange, almost magnetic sand. Suddenly, a chilling breeze swept past, carrying whispers that made them question their sanity.

"This place feels alive," Lucius muttered, scanning the horizon.

"Alive and hungry." Lyxor stepped beside him, his crimson eyes flickering with unease.

"No one strays from the group. The Black Desert has swallowed entire armies. Don't let it take you too." Imhotep gave instructions to the remaining guards.