Standing on top of a dune, Thoren stared at the small village in the distance. The village was made of sand and was crudely constructed.
Every structure looked fragile and uneven, as though it could collapse at any moment under a strong gust of wind.
There were no protective walls surrounding the settlement. No barriers stood to defend the villagers from intruders. It was as if they had no fear of being attacked at all.
The sand houses came in various sizes and shapes. Some were tall and narrow, while others were wide and squat.
Their designs were bizarre and unlike anything Thoren had ever seen before. Despite this strange architecture, he paid them little attention.
His focus remained fixed on the group of Dune Scavengers entering the village.
Most of them carried humans with them.
Every human was bound tightly with coarse ropes that dug into their skin. Their robes were torn into ragged strips, barely covering their bodies.
