The sun beat down mercilessly on the endless stretch of sand, casting waves of heat that blurred the horizon. Nova leaned against the battered jeep, her pale hair flowing in the dry wind. Dust clung to her skin, mixing with the remnants of yesterday’s fight. Beside her, Rax, her loyal hyena, sat alert, his massive frame dwarfing hers as they both stared into the barren wasteland.
The world had fallen long ago. Civilization had crumbled under the weight of its own greed, leaving behind a lawless land where survival was the only goal. In this desert, there were no cities, no governments, just nomadic tribes, raiders, and scavengers fighting over what little remained. Nova had grown up in this chaos, learning how to live off scraps and fight to protect them.