The blazing sun cast long shadows over the entrance to the Desolate Desert as a large group of people assembled, led by the heir of the Lam family, Aran Lam. His striking golden robes shimmered in the light, marking him as someone of immense wealth and influence.
Beside him stood a woman of commanding beauty and poise, Roni, who carried herself like a queen. Roni was busy barking orders at the men around her. "You there, secure the provisions! And you, stop standing around like fools—move those water barrels to the front!" Her sharp voice brooked no argument.
In stark contrast, Jean walked calmly in the middle rows of the group, her light silver hair swaying in the dry wind. She exuded an air of quiet determination, her sharp eyes scanning the desert ahead. Despite the chaos of the group, she remained unfazed.
