Atlas sprinted across the desert, his feet sometimes sinking into the treacherous sand that seemed determined to drag him down. The number of monsters was overwhelming. Far more than he had expected.
Each time he ran forward, another centipede shot out from the sand in front of him, lunging at terrifying speed. He darted to the right, nearly stumbling, but caught his balance and pushed off again, forcing himself to keep moving.
Damn… all he could do was run and dodge these things.
He tried again and again to activate Earthen Pulse to sense their movements, but the skill gave no response when the monsters lay perfectly still. It only triggered once they began moving to strike, and by then, it was often far too late.
Atlas ran, and kept running. Every time another centipede burst from the sand to attack, he had no choice but to evade at the very last second, leaping or twisting away.
