Seated under a black tent, a young human lay on a brown rug made from beast skin.
Soft and pleasing to the eye.
A soft moan escaped from his throat as he bit into a fresh fruit that looked like an apple. The crisp flesh released sweet juice that instantly spread throughout his mouth.
He closed his eyes to enjoy the sweetness of the fruit. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to forget the endless schemes, battles, and responsibilities waiting for him.
A couple of feet from him was a small table filled with different fresh fruits.
Each exuding a pleasant fragrance. Their vibrant colors stood in sharp contrast to the endless sea of crimson sand surrounding the tent.
Behind him stood a figure covered in a black robe, holding a massive fan made from beast feathers.
Gently, the figure swung the fan up and down, creating a gentle breeze. Every movement was steady and unhurried, ensuring the cool air continuously drifted toward the young man.
