Chapter 238

The air crackled with electricity, the aura of the atmosphere changed, and the weather turned dark. The ground suddenly becomes something extraordinary, and all the elements of the sky get ready for the event that's about to unfold.

The desert was a canvas of endless sand, a silent testament to time itself. But at this moment, the very fabric of this desolate expanse began to warp. The air crackled with raw electricity, a symphony of impending change that resonated through the stillness. An ethereal glow permeated the atmosphere, painting the sky in ominous shades of green—the colour of decay, of a death aura that whispered of endings and beginnings.

Heat, like never before, clawed its way through the earth, a scorching wave that spared none. It was a heat that spoke of fury, of a power so immense that the very souls of the desert's inhabitants recoiled in torment. Creatures that once thrived in the arid embrace of the desert sands now lay motionless, overcome