Despite this being the Dead of the night with hardly any source of light except the moonlight, Grey could clearly see the sand storm that was kicking up in the distance and was rapidly approaching him.
Everything within the sandstorm was hazy and Grey could hardly see what was inside despite using Dragon eyes, but the sound of eerie and sinister whistling was enough to make him grow wary and run in the opposite distance.
He noticed that the Sand storm came from the direction which be just came from, but how could that be possible. He just entered the whistling fields right now.
Not hoping for the sands that was as sharp as glass to meet him, he made a break for it at his fastest speed.
Grey's body soon became a blur as he disappeared into the distance. The distance to the city was over twenty thousand kilometers and he doubted he could make it there before the sand storm reaches him, so his only hope was to pray to make it to a cave or hiding place before that happens.
