The midday sun violently baked the steep, jagged red sandstone walls of the narrow canyon, actively trapping the sweltering heat exactly like a massive stone oven while the dry air heavily reeked of metallic iron ore and old, dried blood.
The luxurious beast-carriage had been forcefully brought to a complete halt because the narrow dirt path ahead was entirely blocked by a highly chaotic, crisscrossing web of razor-thin, pitch-black wires spanning aggressively from wall to wall, completely cutting off any possible route of escape.
From the natural rocky ridges and deep crevices high above the carriage, twelve highly athletic figures seamlessly materialized into the harsh sunlight, wearing skin-tight, dark purple leather armor that perfectly hugged their voluptuous curves and acted as flawless camouflage in the badland shadows, with matching dark purple veils completely covering the lower halves of their faces.
