บท 106: The Desert’s Oddities

"Shut up and get ready," Daena growled as the rumble intensified, her flames crackling in anticipation. She squinted into the distance, expecting yet another oversized monstrosity to emerge from the dunes, all teeth, claws, and bad attitude.

Instead, what appeared was... a caravan?

The trembling earth settled into a rhythmic thud, accompanied by the sound of jangling bells and the occasional off-key hum of some ancient tune. Cresting a nearby dune, a mismatched procession emerged—two enormous sand beasts, like oversized lizards with humps, pulling a creaky wooden cart.

Daena blinked. The cart was draped in a riot of mismatched fabrics: vibrant reds, tattered golds, and faded purples. It swayed precariously with every step, and atop it sat a figure clad in what could only be described as the remnants of ten different wardrobes.

"Am I hallucinating?" Daena muttered, her flames fizzling out.