The surroundings transform rapidly, morphing into a vast expanse of desert with rocky hills and caves scattered across the landscape. It stretches endlessly, a barren wasteland as far as the eye can see. Chaos erupts instantly as the other families begin scrambling around the area. Some take to the air, their wings carrying them away from danger, while others engage in fierce battles.
"Let's find a safe place to camp," I suggest to Zamira and our three other teammates. They nod in agreement, and in the next moment, wings sprout from our backs, allowing us to take flight. However, Carmin remains grounded.
"Ah, I don't have wings," she says, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "But I came prepared." As she speaks, a hoverboard materializes in her hand.
