Chapter 254 Strange Fog

Chapter 254 Strange Fog

The scorching sun beat down mercilessly on the group of three ladies and one man—with the man walking a few meters behind them.

Its unforgiving rays seared their skin and left them drenched in sweat.

Each step they took became a struggle, the blistering heat sapping their strength and making the air feel heavy and suffocating. Điscover new chapters at novelhall.com

Their throats were parched, lips cracked and dry from the relentless dehydration.

The ground beneath their boots was scorching to the touch, the sand so hot it felt like walking on burning coals.

The blinding glare of the sun forced the brunette-haired lady among them to squint, reducing her vision to a narrow slit of clarity, ensuring they were heading the correct path.

The boy trudged slowly behind them, a dark aura around him. His soft linen clung uncomfortably to his body, soaked with sweat and gritty with sand, while his pale exposed skin had reddened.

Breathing itself became a chore, each inhale bringing in air that felt like it had been heated in a forge.

But still, he continued silently... they continued silently.

As they walked forward, the blazing of the sun did not show any mercy.

If anything, it seemed to be particularly merciless today, fiercely casting a relentless heat over the vast expanse of sand.

The air shimmered, distorting the landscape with mirage-like illusions.

Amidst the rolling dunes, a tangled mass of bleached bones jutted out, their twisted forms hinting at the presence of some malevolent evils at one time.

The brunette lady paused when she came by the first one, narrowing her eyes and looking around with her hand above her eyes.

"What is it?" The dark-haired lady with burning crimson eyes asked her.

"We are getting closer..."

The wind at this point was stronger, carrying with it waves of sand that shrouded their path forward like a fog... it was a fog of sand.

And it was incredibly difficult to look ahead.

However, she continued to lead them, even into the fog of sand.

After a few more steps, they began to come across more and more of these buried bones.

And after a while, they finally emerged from the fog of sand, revealing a compelling and intimidating landscape.

Enormous ribcages arched skyward, and skulls with jagged, uneven teeth lay half-buried, partially obscured by the shifting sands.

Each bone, eroded and weathered by time, told silent tales of battles long past and monstrous beings that once roamed this desolate place.

Rising from this skeletal graveyard was a towering structure, a monolith forged from the very sand it dominated.

The tower's surface was rough and uneven, with grains of sand perpetually trickling down its sides as if time itself was eroding its foundations.

"What is that silly flower boy doing?"

Terence and Raven turned their heads to look.

"I guess he's going to the tower...?" Terence said.

"Yes. Why?"

A frown creased Helena's brows after she asked the question.

"Maybe he knows too... that there'll be a sandstorm."

Terence sighed.

"Whatever the case, I don't think we should be going to the tower."

Helena returned her gaze to Terence, inquisitive.

"Why?" She asked, "I'm not gonna lie, I was even considering it. I mean it looks like our best bet at hiding from the sandstorm."

Terence shook her head, flapping her hair softly.

"That tower is an anomaly due to the rift. It didn't exist thirty years ago."

"I've always seen it here though."

"That is because it appeared a few months after the four cardinal rifts suddenly broke out."

The revelation took Helena by surprise, she frowned seriously.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Raven thought for a while and chimed in:

"I've never heard of such a thing happening."

Terence allowed a slight frown on her brows as she responded to them.

"I too have never experienced anything like it... there's this strange sense of warning not to enter there... like I just feel we shouldn't be in that place. Perhaps it would pose an even greater threat than the sandstorm."

She hesitated then added:

"Moreover, I don't think it will open its door to us... many have tried to enter, no one has ever entered."

Helena blinked rapidly, stuttering:

"Uhm, I think flower boy just entered."