Here lay a vast, boundless desert.
As far as the eye could see.
Yellow sand covered the ground, stretching beyond the horizon.
There were no rocks, nor any plants.
Nor could any lifeform be seen.
Everything visible, touchable, and perceptible.
Was sand.
A human in a tattered black robe walked across this seemingly endless desert.
The blazing sun hung high in the sky.
The scorching heat burned the air until it nearly warped.
Yet the black-robed figure seemed completely unaffected by the intense heat and moved at incredible speed.
But compared to the heat enveloping his body, what concerned him more was—
During the ten days since he had entered the desert, he had been completely unable to sense the existence of wind.
There had not even been the slightest breeze.
The entire desert seemed to have frozen in place like a painting.
It was strange.
The black-robed figure lowered his head slightly, hiding his doubts deep within as he continued forward in silence.
Time passed.
The sun sank toward the west.
The sky gradually darkened, and the temperature began to drop sharply.
When the last rays of the setting sun still lingered on the horizon, the black-robed figure suddenly stopped.
Not because night was about to fall, but because he had finally sensed a wind.
A gale that had appeared out of thin air.
It had emerged without warning and swept over from afar.
A trace of shock flashed through the black-robed figure's eyes.
The gale, now visible in physical form, carried endless sand with it, instantly forming an enormous—
"Sandworm..."
The black-robed figure's pupils trembled violently.
He stared at the enormous sandworm formed from sand.
No.
More precisely.
It was a gigantic maw filled with countless sharp teeth, so vast that it blotted out the sky.
It was