The moon hung high above the sky, casting a silvery glow over the now-cool desert. The landscape, once blistering under the sun, had transformed into a tranquil sea of dunes.
A group of white-armored soldiers marched in a steady formation, their armor reflecting the glint of moonlight. Behind them followed another group, similarly armored, moving with practiced discipline.
Leon, feeling the cool air on his face, removed his helmet for a moment to take a breather. The night air was refreshing, a welcome change from the stifling heat of the day.
"Are we there yet?" one of the armored men asked, his voice tinged with impatience.
"Soon," came the reply from the front, calm and authoritative.
