It was only after an entire day, that things started to get rough for the group, Manson stopped abruptly several kilometres away from the Blood Maiden Forest, after having slaughtered so many, there is a concealed instinct within the mind of a killer.
The gales of dust still rocked the entire convoy as they awaited orders, the hazy figure of the Blood Maiden Forest in the distance together with a small hill that almost couldn't be noticed were the only things within their sight; hardly difficult to notice a cloaked figure creeping up.
"Something is not right..." His gaze moved to the sand, believing that it might be one of the giant worms, but they have literally gone a turtle speed and haven't gotten the attention of any so far, so, how could it be?
But his senses won't stop ringing telling him that something is not right.
As he stood up there, his gaze one again roamed to the sand, and then... he saw it.
Steps on the sand!
