The desert whispered its story—one of hardship and torment. Every movement stirred a desperate desire to find something cool, something merciful to cling to.
It took only a few hours to cross to Lunar City, but with the sun blazing behind them and relentless heat bleeding through the dunes, neither could stomach the desert's tale. It was torture.
Raiden and Noelle doubled over, hands on their knees, panting as they tried to soothe their burning skin. Ash rested against Noelle's shoulder, his face crimson from nothing but the brutal heat.
They were a few steps away from covering the distance to the city's entrance, and the thought of finally being away from the desert made them almost languid with relief.
