+Forbidden Continent: Sandy Paradise+
----Deus POV----
Dunes.
Hills of sand with ever-changing shapes, eroded by wind and deformed by creatures that swam beneath.
White Bishop, also known as Nguyen, had been flying nonstop, from the flat sea of sand to the undulating piles of it that formed mountains of various sizes.
Beads of sweat dripped from his chin, skin reddening from the heat.
White Bishop never had the chance to rest because along the way, he knew that the peaceful surface of the sand is just a facade.
Everytime he had the intention of resting his wings to walk on sand, the slightest scent that lingers around alerted him of the desert predators lurking within.
With a tired sigh, he finally found a place unoccupied by anything that is living.
A casual sweep of the sorroundings made him aware that no one should be coming his way for a while.
