The journey to Virela began with the haunting sound of the desert winds, a melody that carried both mystery and forewarning. Marcus and Elara stood at the edge of a vast expanse of golden dunes, stretching as far as the eye could see. The sun above was unrelenting, its rays scorching the sand and reflecting in a dazzling, almost blinding display.
"This is Virela?" Marcus asked, shielding his eyes with his hand.
Elara nodded. "The Shifting Sands, one of the most dangerous regions in this world. They say the desert moves, reshaping itself constantly. Travelers who don't prepare are swallowed whole."
"Swallowed whole?" Marcus echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"
She shot him a serious look. "Do I look like I'm joking to you?"
Before Marcus could respond, the System chimed in, its mechanical voice cutting through the air.
