The sun blazed mercilessly overhead, turning the desert sands into an endless space of molten gold. our figures trudged through the shimmering heat waves, their silhouettes stretching ahead.
the group moved in a subtle formation, at the front, leading the way, was a tall elf with silver hair that gleamed even under the harsh desert sun. His keen eyes, an icy blue, scanned the horizon as he wiped sweat from his brows. His lithe footsteps barely dented the sand.
Behind him, a hulking figure, towering over the rest, strode with a measured gait. This was the Panthro shifter, his broad shoulders and powerful limbs seemingly shifting beneath his human form. His skin glistened with sweat, but he appeared unfazed by the heat, his sharp golden eyes, constantly darting around, alert to any potential threat.
