The sand swallowed our foot steps as we marched back toward the Ashen Sands settlement.
The masets carried their heavy loads patiently, bags swaying from their flanks.
My team and the extra warriors remained silent for most of the journey; what we had seen at the wreck was still rooted in our minds.
The monstrous thing that had erupted from beneath the sand was like a haunting memory with every step.
I was like a phantom stalling us as we hurried along.
But with each step closer to the familiar outline of our clan's settlement, relief slowly replaced the anxiety I could practically taste around us.
By the time the sentry fires came into sight, the air felt one hundred times lighter.
A cry went up from the guards at the perimeter around the settlement, and before long, a throng of people surged forward to meet us.
"Look! They've returned!"
"Tua Miasha's expedition is finally back, I thought they would never return after such a long wait!"
