"..."
Logan was speechless.
Heartless bastards, the lot of them!
But there was no time to dwell on it now. With no other choice, he took off alone, sprinting toward Mosca Peak.
The journey wasn't exactly smooth, but it could've been worse. Every now and then, he startled some small creatures—scorpions or venomous bugs bursting out of the sand to ambush him. But he managed to dodge them all, scrambling, tumbling, and leaping his way past danger by the skin of his teeth.
Roughly six hours later, the horizon finally shifted. A jagged range of barren mountains came into view—no grass, no trees, just endless stretches of dull yellow and blood-red rock.
Legend had it those red stones weren't even from Earth. Supposedly, this was a hotspot for meteorite crashes.
The area was littered with twisted, alien-looking rock formations, crawling with palm-sized spiders, their hairy bodies enough to make your skin crawl just looking at them.
