*Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud*
The young shamans trailed behind Zeus in a loose cluster, their footsteps sinking into the soft sand with every step. Their clothes were still damp from the storm, but the desert heat was slowly seeping through the fabric, driving away the lingering cold in their bodies.
It was an oddly soothing sensation, almost like stepping into a warm bath after spending several minutes submerged in cold water.
The warmth spread across their skin, easing their shivering muscles and bringing a little comfort to their exhausted bodies.
Far across the barren landscape, several sand monsters could be seen roaming between the dunes.
Their massive silhouettes moved against the sandy horizon, occasionally kicking up clouds of dust as they wandered.
Yet, to the young shamans' surprise, Zeus wasn't heading toward them. Instead, he was leading the group along a completely different route toward the north.
"Master, aren't we supposed to be going toward—"
