The warriors were still going strong; their two-minute limit was nowhere near reached yet, and the desert continued to unleash more monsters as if testing their insatiable hunger for combat.
The air thickened with dust and the sharp tang of spilled ichor, but none of it touched the small calm circle where Isis and his maid stood, the young master quietly admiring the endless golden sea as if it held every answer he could ever need.
The fight raged on unabated; men laughed and struck with relentless speed and skill while dismantling beast after beast beneath five blazing suns that bore down on everything, all while the sand whispered its constant shifting song beneath it all.
But then, a loud, resounding boom echoed across the desert, reminiscent of thunder cracking overhead. Ten enormous sand pillars shot straight up into the air, sending massive clouds of golden dust exploding outward in every direction.
