The moon was bright and stars were sparse, the clear moonlight scattered over the entire desert,
but nobody paid attention to this tranquil moment, the scent of bloody slaughter spread around the camp.
Everyone in the caravan was collapsing on the ground at this moment, panting heavily, with a bit of relief of surviving after the catastrophe showing on their faces.
Around the camp, the corpses of sandworms were almost piled up on the ground, the sand grains were covered with the foul-smelling blood, and even the broken bodies of a few sandworms were still slightly wriggling.
However, what was remarkable was that not a single sandworm corpse appeared in the center of the caravan; it was as if an invisible barrier had blocked the sandworms from entering.
Not far away, Blais was also sitting weakly on a sand dune, his face somewhat pale.
