Under the black sky filled with stars, a golden light shone brighter than anything visible above the sea of sand. Alex walked leading the students from various races, his footsteps never slowing as if he was not tired, but his face showed the opposite.
His breathing started becoming ragged with exhaustion, cold sweat started soaking his face, his lips started turning pale, but he did not speak and he did not stop walking.
His ears still heard the singing voices of the students that calmed him, his eyes kept glancing in various directions to see the movement of the sand mounds that kept trying to approach.
Alex let out a tired breath, the screeching sound of a desert eagle was heard together with the singing of the students. A soft hand touched his left shoulder as if it never let go, that hand belonged to Sesa.
