One thing kept ringing in his mind still— the will to survive.It was what the system had asked him to do in he first place: survive the endless desert.Nathan kept struggling through the endless desert, and for the first time time since, he told himself he was only doing this because he had no better option. His legs still ached from the venom, from the endless walk, from the burn. However, the ground beneath him felt different. Every step he took became steadier, like the ground was tired of testing him.The same large scorpions that had hunted him mercilessly through the day— the same creatures that never seemed to be tired in their chase—kept their distance now, vanishing beyond the dunes. Even the wind seem to have calmed.Nathan wasn't certain what to think. It could be the morning approaching.He breaks on the ground after getting to a distance, exhaling deeply. His eyes felt weak and his throat was drying with thirst.He shut his eyes there and fell asleep. ----By the time