The raging sandstorm finally subsided.
Noen and his companions were tormented beyond words, the yellow sand enveloping them like heavy stone coats, forcing them to awkwardly and vigorously slap it off.
Even the camels were in extreme discomfort, shaking their bodies and rubbing against each other.
Noen wiped all the yellow sand off his face and looked straight at the person approaching from the distance.
It was a Three-eyed Ape-man, his strength akin to a small mammoth.
Casas also followed Noen's gaze and looked over, the Prime Minister's son involuntarily let out a gasp of amazement.
Though that person was also covered in sand, his pace hadn't slowed; to him, the yellow sand seemed as light as flax.
"Who is that?"
Casas murmured.
"I don't know… little master."
Noen said softly,
"He's coming this way."
As the young man's words fell, Casas instantly became alert, drawing a bronze sword from the camel, ready for any threat.
