The sun blazed mercilessly over the Desolate Desert, its heat pounding relentlessly on the duo walking through the endless expanse.
Kent, his expression stoic but his body alert, followed the old man, Grizzak, who moved with a peculiar rhythm that defied logic.
Grizzak's pace was unpredictable. One moment, he would walk in a straight line, his steps firm and resolute. The next, he would turn abruptly, walking sideways or even backward, stopping to scribble symbols into the sand. Occasionally, he would mutter calculations under his breath, his fingers twitching as if performing intricate tantrics.
"Left... no, no, backward three dunes... then right," Grizzak murmured, his eyes scanning the horizon. "Ah, yes. That's it. Forward."
Kent, watching silently, couldn't help but frown. "Is there a method to this madness, or are we just wandering aimlessly?"
