“I do. And don’t feel left out. Rendor did you a favor. Unless you wanted to climb ninety-nine levels carrying about twenty kilograms of water?”

Rae crinkled her small nose. Everything about the girl—yes, she was about the same age as Shyla, but she looked so young—was petite. Except her ability to fight. Nothing tiny about that.

Jayden arrived. “Ready?”

Shyla put on her sun cloak. The garment also provided warmth.

“Where are you going?” Lian asked.

“To do a little reconnaissance,” Shyla said.

“Need backup?” she asked with a hopeful tone. Lian’s pretty heart-shaped face held a wistful expression.

“I know everyone’s sick of shoveling sand, but it’s a necessary evil. And all too soon you’ll be going on dangerous missions.” Frankly, anytime any of them entered the city was dangerous.

“Promise?” Rae asked. Mischief sparked in her golden eyes that were framed by her long black eyelashes.

“Yes.”

“Goody.”

Shyla and Jayden climbed from the temple and paused, allowing their vision to adjust to the darkness. They weren’t taking a druk. The lantern shone with a white light when it was on the surface. That shine would give them away.

The long fabric of her cloak flapped in the cold breeze. Above her head, the black sky glittered with millions of stars. A cluster of five large stars known as the brothers shone bright enough to illuminate their surroundings. Without the sun blazing overhead, the desert held no color. It rippled with various shades of gray.

Jayden erased their prints as they headed to the city. The sand crunched with a crispness underneath their boots. A quiet emptiness hovered over the landscape unlike during the sun’s reign where the heat took up too much space, pushing and shoving at everything like a bully.

They passed a velbloud flock. The animals huddled together in one large mound. The warm air in their bladders kept them comfortable along with their white hair, which had the unique property of providing warmth during darkness and cooling the creatures during the killing heat. The people of Koraha revered the velbloud. When one died from sickness or old age, every part of it was used for the people’s survival.

When they reached the city’s outer limits, they circled the one-story structures, searching for the perfect vantage point. They chose a tall dune on the northeast edge. From that height, they would have a nice view of many of the entrances.

Jayden helped her float a Shyla-sized amount of sand. She lay on her stomach in the indentation. Holding out the hood of her cloak, she commanded the grains to settle. At first, it seemed like nothing happened, but then a weight pressed on her shoulders, back, legs and head. The starlight disappeared.

“How do I look?” she asked.