The moon hung low over the desolate desert, casting faint silver glow across the endless sea of sand. The chilling wind howled softly, cutting through the eerie silence.
Kent sat cross-legged by the dwindling campfire and carefully held the manual given by Grizzac in hand.
His companions—Jean, Aran Lam, and Gunji Zing—sleeping nearby, their faces tired and worn from three days of fruitless wandering.
With a deep breath, Kent turned the pages of the ancient, weathered manual given to him by Old Man Grizzac. The manual crinkled softly as he flipped through it under the soft glow of the fire.
Just then Jean woke up and saw what Kent was doing.
"Are you sure that thing's gonna help us?" Jean asked, shifting closer to the warmth. Her green eyes flickered with doubt as they landed on the book. "We've been walking in circles. I don't even know if we're heading deeper or just stuck in the same spot."
