Winter gave way to spring, and a fine mist-like rain fell.
Night fell.
Two people, wearing bamboo hats, led a camel, walking in the sandy land with the light from rhombic stones.
The bearded leader spoke, "This is Death Dune. To pass through here in the past, one had to wear Chicken Feather Clothes, smear on chicken blood, then scatter chicken bones along the way to scare away the underground Antlions."
"Some tried to cut corners. I knew a merchant who thought he could make it through just by wearing Chicken Feather Clothes, but after he attempted it, he was never seen again..."
The young man beside him had a slightly cold look in his eyes, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword behind him, "I'll go forward, you stay back."
"Wait."
The bearded man waved his hand, "Sir, the Antlions here have been cleared out by the Wasteland Development Company, they're gone now."
The young man frowned, "Why didn't you say that earlier?"