Amidst the chaos unleashed at the auction, Alex, with his keen sense of observation, believed he had detected a clue leading him to the thief of the medallions. Without wasting a second, he began to follow the trail that led him out of the bustling city of Desieria, straight into the unforgiving desert. The moon, hanging in the night sky, provided him with dim but sufficient light to stay on track.
But Alex wasn't the only one on the trail of the thief. The elven bidders, with their long cloaks billowing behind them, also set out in pursuit. The promise of reclaiming the medallions and seeking vengeance for the theft gave them a fierce determination, turning them into agile and resolute competitors in this race through the sand.
The chase stretched across the dunes, with each party using their own skills to gain an advantage. Despite the fatigue accumulated from the previous events, Alex moved with a mix of caution and speed, aware of the dangers that the nocturnal desert could hold. The elves, on the other hand, used their ancestral knowledge and magical abilities to navigate natural obstacles, always keeping the thief in sight.
The thief, meanwhile, proved to be surprisingly adept, moving through the desert with an agility that suggested a deep knowledge of the terrain. Despite the pressure from their pursuers, they managed to keep their distance, venturing further into the heart of the desert, where secrets and dangers awaited around every dune.
The moon continued its course across the sky, marking the passage of time in this frenetic race. Alex and the elves, driven by different motives but united by a common goal, ventured into the night, determined not to let the thief and the medallions disappear into the shadows of the desert.