At the end of the sandstorm, a massive castle-like structure made entirely of sand loomed amid the raging winds.
The sand castle was scarred with deep cracks; several of its sections had already collapsed, leaving it tattered and half in ruins.
"Damn it, it's almost been twenty-four hours since we fired the signal flare, but there's still no response…" A bald man with the aura of a Level 7 apprentice warrior cursed under his breath as he took a deep drag from his cigarette.
"All the people we brought earlier have already been used up. If they don't send more, I am afraid that lunatic will start throwing us into that death door next," His companion, a thin man with short black hair, also a Level 7 apprentice warrior added gravely.
The two men sat on the debris of the sand castle's collapsed entrance, staring uneasily at the sandstorm that had weakened considerably as noon approached.
