The sun blazed mercilessly above the desert, its scorching heat baking the golden sands below. Ten days had passed since Kent and Grizzac began their arduous journey. Their once vibrant attire was now faded and dusty, their faces caked with layers of sand and sweat.
Kent squinted at the horizon, shielding his eyes from the relentless glare. "Are we even halfway there? It feels like we've been walking forever."
Grizzac, the old dwarf demon, gave a curt nod. "Aye, lad. At this pace, we've covered half the distance. Seven more days, give or take, and we'll reach the Shrine of Eternal Sands."
Kent sighed, kicking at the sand beneath his boots. "Seven days? Might as well be seven years in this infernal heat."
"Patience, boy. Great treasures don't come easy." Grizzac chuckled dryly, his voice raspy from dehydration.
