The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the endless dunes.
The Desert Guardian, a towering behemoth of sand and stone, roared as it moved with terrifying speed, its sheer presence radiating an aura of menace. The ground trembled with each step it took, sending ripples across the sands.
Horizon narrowed his eyes, his mind already calculating their dwindling options. He turned to Damon, David, and Ford. Each wore a grim expression, sensing what was about to come.
They had firsthand experience of Horizon's strategies before; his genius was unquestionable, but his decisions were often ruthless. The three of them were the proof of that.
"This will be your task," Horizon said, his voice cold and sharp as steel. He gestured toward the Guardian and the rival guilds hovering at the edge of the battlefield.
