CHAPTER 107 — THE KINGDOM BENEATH THE SUN
Heat, wind, motion.
Long Hao's eyes opened again but this time the sky above him was not silent. It was shaking. The world jolted with every uneven bump. Metal rattled. Leather creaked. The smell of dust and engine oil filled his lungs. He blinked once, then again.
He was not standing in the desert.
He was lying on something padded. The backseat of a vehicle. An open-roofed jeep—large, reinforced, built like something meant to ram through dunes instead of glide across them. The metal frame was thick, the tires wide. Storage racks were loaded with crates, coiled ropes, and strapped-down monster carcasses wrapped in netting.
The vehicle swerved slightly as sunlight flashed across his eyes. He pushed himself upright and the wind hit his face instantly, hot and dry.
"What just happened…" he murmured to himself.
