Racing over the dunes, the Palace Guards did not dare look back.
Every one of them focused solely on escaping, fearing that the slightest hesitation would cost them their lives.
Their bodies were covered in perspiration, their hearts pounding heavily against their ribs.
Cold sweat drenched their armor despite the scorching heat of the Bleeding Desert.
They shouted continuously, urging their mounts to flee.
For the first time in their lives, this was the first time they had ever felt their mounts were moving too slowly.
The Greater Dune Scorpions pushed their powerful legs to the limit, kicking up waves of crimson sand as they desperately raced across the desert.
Looking over his shoulder, the Palace Captain wanted to catch what was chasing them, but there was nothing except the endless desert.
But he was not complacent enough to believe their enemy had retreated.
It was the other way around.
His instincts were screaming, urging him to run with all his might.
