'There is only one way,' Kael cursed under his breath as he realized the only way to avoid the trap, is to actually cross it.
Momentum had turned the world into a tunnel, sand in front, sand behind, and the storm chasing all of it like a living wall. The beacon was still ahead, a dark shape swallowed by the hazy brown churn, and between here and there his minimap had painted the problem in a way the naked eye couldn't: a cluster of red dots buried under the surface, perfectly placed where a tired group would try to cut straight through.
Turning wasn't an option. At this speed, turning would be a joke the desert would finish for him. Stepping aside would mean slowing, slowing would mean the storm eating them, and letting the storm catch them meant suffocation at best, being sandblasted into nothing at worst. The trap was a mouth waiting under the ground.
So, instead of trying to turn, or step aside, he did the opposite, he pushed himself further.
