After a full night's rest, at dawn, all the caravans departed from their base and entered the Desert of Fallen as if they were going to war.
The air was still.
Every guard had their hands at the hilt of their weapons. Each caravan group moved in a tight formation.
The yellow sand softened under the hooves of the horses. The Desert of Fallen was peaceful and quiet.
Dunes rose and fell with gentle wind dancing over them in the early morning. But everyone knew this was all just a facade.
Many had lost their lives due to the peaceful facade, buried beneath the dunes. Under the dunes were many horrifying beasts, ready to pounce on their prey with primal ferocity.
The Desert Scorpion was one of the horrifying threats of the desert. They moved in packs.
Their sturdy pincers could cut through almost anything and their venom was almost impossible to survive.
