A few kilometers from Mantis Town, massive dunes could be seen as far as the eyes could see. The desert ground shimmered under the dim moonlight.
Strange movements could be seen on the faraway dunes.
To many who had just arrived at the Crimson Dunes, the scene might be scary or bizarre. However, to those who were conversant with the Bleeding Desert, they knew the desert was feeding.
Digesting its hearty meal.
The moving dunes rose and fell slowly, as if something enormous was breathing beneath the sand. From time to time, faint ripples spread across the desert surface before vanishing into stillness.
Below the various dunes, various tents were set. People and beastmen moved in almost silence. When they had to communicate, they whispered, bringing their mouths to their partners' ears.
It was as if they were scared the Bleeding Desert would hear them, which might be a taboo. But it was not.
Each tent was being cautious of the others.
