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The Hadarac Desert – Part II.
Author: Jimmy-Chuuu
last update2025-09-05 07:25:51

The man with the scarred face fell silent for a moment, then nodded slowly like a blade being sheathed. The leader continued, his words carrying the finality of a death sentence. "Just wait and see. Once we arrive at the Hadarac Desert, starving wolves will be waiting. His chances of survival are only one percent. The rest? A gruesome death that will feed the vultures for days."

Rong Tian shivered at the conversation, goosebumps rising on his bruised skin. The desert wind carried whispers of those who had perished before him, their spirits trapped in endless sand.

His heart raced with fear, but his resolve remained unwavering like bamboo bending but never breaking. He knew the Hadarac Desert was a brutal place where hope went to die, but he also knew that only by surviving could he one day avenge everything that had been done to him.

The driver of the cart laughed loudly, adding fuel to their cruelty. His weathered hands gripped the reins with practiced ease, having driven this route
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