Standing on a dune, Thoren looked at the endless dunes in the distance without any change in his expression.
But inwardly, various thoughts were running through his mind.
Since the plan to flip the table had already begun, he knew he couldn't be complacent.
Every step from this point onward would determine whether Black Water continued to rise or was buried beneath the sands forever.
Only a fool would think the Scorpion Clan was a simple target.
For them to rule the Crimson Dune for years, that alone spoke volumes of their power and deep inheritance.
Their strength had been forged over countless generations.
Even though he knew it wouldn't be easy, he wasn't ready to give up nor turn back.
Retreat had never been part of his plan.
Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance, rushing toward his direction at breathtaking speed. The figure crossed one dune after another with astonishing agility.
Sand exploded beneath every step.
