The desert was just as its name implied, a barren expanse of sand. Damian and his companions traversed the desolate landscape on their camels, their only view being endless stretches of sand. Not a single oasis broke the monotonous scenery.
Vance, always assuring the rest of the crew, proclaimed that the city wasn't far away. "It will take us twelve straight hours to reach it, so we still have four hours to go," he stated confidently.
Curious about their destination, Damian, who had little information about their mission, inquired, "What is this place, anyway?"
Vance's expression turned somber as he replied, "You must be aware that a dome has trapped us here, right? It has been this way for over a thousand years."
"We are heading to a city in ruins, once belonging to an ancient civilization that inhabited this desert without the dome! The answers and reasons lie within, but no one has returned alive after attempting to explore it," Vance explained, his sadness evident.
