Zephyr kept walking west. And this time without anyone on his trail. The sandstorm had covered every of his traces totally, and even if somehow the elf variant girl and her lackey were still able to track him up to his last point, it would still be useless.
He had been lifted off the ground and had rode the sandstorm currents for miles upon miles.
Basically, they weren't even a concern to him anymore... at least for now.
The only thing on his mind was his current No.1 rank. It still hadn't changed even with the minutes that had gone by while he had been walking...
Which meant that the margin that separated him and the now No.2 Queen of The Dunes was very wide.
'That massive worm creature must have seriously been worth a lot of points...'
Zephyr was still lamenting, thinking about how he was surely now on everyone's radar when his senses picked up movement in the distance just as he crested a dune.
"Help! Help me!"
