"There!" Ethan exclaimed, pointing toward the formation.
Without further delay, he rushed toward the cliff he had spotted. As he hurried along, he started to form a plan in his mind.
If he could find an opening or carve a small hole in the cliff, he might be able to shelter there until morning and avoid the sandstorm or any terrifying creatures Elyndor had warned him about.
As he approached the cliff, the wind began to pick up. What had been a soft whisper now turned into a roaring gust, pelting his skin with stinging grains of sand.
The sky above the Maritak Desert was thick with dust, signaling the approach of a sandstorm. Ethan quickened his pace, finally reaching a solid layer of cliff.
Quickly, he pressed his hand to the cliff's surface, searching for a weak spot. A sense of urgency crept over him as he realized the wind was growing fiercer and the sandstorm was beginning to rage around him.
