Desolate Desert…
The group, led by the young master Aran Lam, halted at the end point marked on their half map. The desolate terrain stretched endlessly in all directions, devoid of the grandeur they were promised. The Eternal Music Hall, their destination, was nowhere to be seen.
Aran frowned, his hand gripping the half map tightly. "This is it! This is the spot marked last on this map. So where should we move now? There is no trace of Eternal Music hall. " His voice carried frustration as he scanned the barren expanse.
The rich lady, draped in her elegant robes, moved close to Aran. "The map is incomplete and only has half information. Perhaps there's a hidden clue we've missed?" she suggested, her tone measured but laced with irritation.
