Sand spilled across the slopes and surged upward like a titanic wave — one that descended upon us, us who had been walking along the surface like little ants. The ground shifted beneath my feet, and suddenly there was nothing solid left to stand on.
I stumbled, arms pinwheeling. Tristan grabbed my collar before I could tumble down the slope.
"What the hell—"
"Shut up." Levi's voice cut through the chaos. He wasn't looking at the sand. He was looking past it, toward the horizon, where the sky had turned the color of dried blood.
No... Not the sky.
The wall of dust. Orange-brown and massive, stretching across the entire horizon like a curtain being drawn across the world. And within that wall, something glowed. Dozens of points of dim light, like eyes.
Hundreds of them.
"Oh no," Tristan breathed.
