"Oh oh, okay!"
Duke, who was observing his surroundings nervously with a dagger in hand, responded quickly and walked towards Lis.
Swish!
The silver moon's radiance scattered across the desert, the cool breeze whisking away the day's heat, but this tranquility was soon shattered by a mysterious sound.
It seemed some creatures beneath the sand dunes were stirring, emitting low, dense sounds. These noises were like ancient calls from the desert, making one's heart tremble.
Soon, the sand dunes around the encampment began to show anomalies, grains of sand gently moved by invisible hands, continually sliding down, revealing winding, twisting tracks.
These tracks became more numerous and dense, as if countless creatures were shuttling beneath the dunes.
Suddenly, numerous brown heads, each the size of an arm, emerged from below the dunes, numbering in the hundreds!
Sandworms!
And there were so many of them!
