He slowly opened his eyes from the long yellow sand.
The surroundings were deserted, with the wind howling in his ears, and only a few tumbleweeds passing by occasionally and a huge Populus euphratica in the distance were watching him. A horned viper moved quickly across the sand, eyes exposed, ready to ambush him.
He was wearing a black combat uniform and had been lying in this desert for an unknown amount of time. His exposed skin was slightly rough due to years of sand grinding, and his palms were dry, cracked and bleeding, leaving several indelible scars. The combat uniform was stained with blood, and one could tell at a glance that this man was a soldier who had experienced a fierce battle. The years of sleeping in the desert were very kind to him. Even after such hardships, others can still easily see that this is a beauty who will be stared at equally in the Colosseum and the auction house. He has a pair of light gray eyes, thin lips, a high nose bridge, and sharp facial lines yet still a bit calm and soft.
"Hiss... Hiss..."
The next second, blood splattered in the air. A silver blade passed by at lightning speed, decapitating the horned viper waiting on the spot. He gently shook his right hand, and using the knife was already a muscle memory for him a long time ago. He tried to move all the muscles in his body, panting heavily, and struggled to stand up on the sand. As if programmed, he walked firmly towards the long wind and sand in the distance.
He was not looking for an oasis. He wanted to go deep into the desert to find the person who no longer existed.
Intention: The trapped beast is still fighting, what about humans?