He still needed to escape the scorpions however so Haze ignored the rapidly changing landscape and the horror he felt in his chest.
He turned to the right and continued to run in the direction.
As he ran, he looked around him. In the vastness of the desolate landscape, jagged rock formations jutted from the parched earth like ancient monoliths.
Their weathered surfaces were scarred by the ravages of time, and the terrain, a bleak expanse of cracked earth and stunted shrubs, was testament to a land forsaken by life, a cruel desert where only the hardiest of creatures could survive.
In this arid wasteland, the relentless sun beat down on him with an unforgiving ferocity, scorching the earth and his body with its merciless rays.
The air hung heavy with the stench of dust and death, a choking stench that invaded every crevice and crack in the fractured land.
