Under the shroud of night, across the desert,
two people lay on a gently rising sand dune.
Their bodies were covered with desert-colored cloaks, each holding a pair of binoculars, gazing at the valley on the eastern horizon, where tufts of tiny sand burs gently swayed beside their arms.
Not far behind them, on the slope below, lay an electric motorcycle produced with Goblin Technology.
Time rewound to several hours earlier.
The sky hadn't completely darkened yet.
After deciding on the treasure-hunting plan, Si Si proposed to scout near the entrance of the ruins. So, along with Meat Meat and Sesame Paste, they bade farewell and rode the group's only motorcycle toward the direction of Lost Valley in the east.
According to the plan, they would arrive around 8 p.m., check the condition of the ruins' entrance, and return by 9 p.m. to switch shifts and stand watch with Meat Meat and Sesame Paste.
However, in reality, the journey took them much longer than expected.
