The scorching sun beat down mercilessly on the group of three ladies and one man—with the man walking a few meters behind them.
Its unforgiving rays seared their skin and left them drenched in sweat.
Each step they took became a struggle, the blistering heat sapping their strength and making the air feel heavy and suffocating.
Their throats were parched, lips cracked and dry from the relentless dehydration.
The ground beneath their boots was scorching to the touch, the sand so hot it felt like walking on burning coals.
The blinding glare of the sun forced the brunette-haired lady among them to squint, reducing her vision to a narrow slit of clarity, ensuring they were heading the correct path.
The boy trudged slowly behind them, a dark aura around him. His soft linen clung uncomfortably to his body, soaked with sweat and gritty with sand, while his pale exposed skin had reddened.
