Orcbro's words cut through the arid desert air like a searing blade, imprinting the desolate landscape with their urgency. "We can't leave any traces here," he declared, his voice filled with determination, sending shivers down Rizki's spine.
Rizki's forehead dripped with sweat under the relentless sun's unrelenting glare. "You're going to blow up the whole hut?" he asked, his eyes widening in disbelief, mirroring the scorching intensity of the desert sun overhead.
Orcbro simply nodded, his expression etched with seriousness. "Yep," he affirmed, his hands moving with practiced swiftness to secure all the doors of the makeshift hut. Then, with the agility of a desert predator, he leaped into the waiting carriage, shouting to the others, "We need to get out of here now!"
