The vast desolate desert stretched infinitely in all directions. The shimmering Shrine of Eternal Sands glowing ahead, an elusive beacon of hope and greed. The group continued their chase behind it. Two days had passed since the race began, and the desert's harsh conditions had dried the group down to three: Aran Lam, Jean, and surprisingly the black lady Gunji Zing.
Aran's face was pale, his once pristine robes caked in dust and sweat. He looked over his shoulder at Jean and Gunji. "We're running out of time. If we lose sight of the shrine now, it's over!"
Jean's eyes remained fixed on the distant glow. "It's not over until we stop moving. Focus on keeping up."
Gunji, panting heavily, shot an annoyed glance at Aran. "Easy for you to say, young master. Some of us don't have endless stamina or fancy treasures."
Aran scowled. "Complaining won't get us anywhere. Jean, tell her—"
