After surveying and exploring around for hours, he saw no maze that already had been drawn on the map. Not even a building that could lead him inside it. It was all sands and sands, making mirage across his vision, playing with his mind.
He saw a small stone and out of rage kicked out at it, regretting what he had done couldn't heal the pain that bit his brain. Strangely, it was burning, a heat that couldn't be only for that stroke. It rushed through his body.
He heavily sighed and glanced around. The wind was gone and the sands began to slope down like a river. The earth under his feet was sliding down. He jumped on the stone that he just kicked. Gazing around, he realized that wasn't a normal occurrence. That mass of sands welled down in a huge gap. The stone that he was standing on it was the head of a huge tower. As the sands stopped moving to the deep, he jumped down, stepped backward to have a far better view, and looked at the building!
