Lilith and Tierra stood amidst the swirling sands, staring at the traitorous arrow etched into the ground like it had just stabbed them in the back. Again.
The jagged line, once a symbol of logic and control, now pointed them in the exact wrong direction—as if mocking every ounce of effort they'd poured into navigating this desert from hell.
Their clothes were tattered and stained, their weapons scorched from overuse, and sweat clung to their skin like a second layer.
And still, that damned pyramid remained far off in the horizon like a black mirage, smug and silent.
Tierra squinted at it, then slowly turned to Lilith with the kind of expression you give someone right before suggesting a stupidly dangerous plan.
"There has to be another way," she said, lips curling into a wry smile. "Walking in this cursed desert isn't working. We're either being spun in circles or deliberately misled. We need to think differently."
