The hot winds of the desert blew, creating mini storms in areas with large dunes. Small desert animals played in the sand. Cactuses swayed in the wind, their roots planted firmly and deeply into the ground to prevent the wind from uprooting them.
A rattlesnake chased after a small, grey lizard with hunger in its eyes. Its fangs were exposed as it lunged at the lizard. In no time, the lizard was in its grasp, pierced by its venomous fangs. Just as it gulped up the lizard, a strong pair of claws grabbed it from above. The snake squirmed and bit, but it was useless as the grip of the eagle tightened around its neck, snapping it clean, and killing it.
That was the rule of nature, and the nature of the Solar Dunes of Ra-Senkeht. It was survival of the fittest, and that was where Team Bahamut had been thrown.
