The heat of the desert continued to beat down on Alex and his companions as they faced the last of Shona's minions. The air shimmered with heatwaves, the sun relentless, burning down on them. Sweat dripped down their faces, staining their clothes. Alex gripped his katana tightly, his body aching from the prolonged battle. His muscles screamed for rest, but his spirit burned with determination.
The final minion stood before them, its dark, distorted form writhing with malice. Alex glanced at Tommy and Thrain, both of whom were breathing heavily but still standing firm. The women who had helped guide them—Zara, Ashra, and Mikal—were further behind, tending to their own wounds.