On the edge of the depression, several clusters of strangely shaped plants grew.
They were about half a foot tall, with slender, curly leaves that exhibited a profound, almost jade-green hue, and veins that flowed with extremely faint, stardust-like silver speckles.
The entire plant exuded a cool, tranquil yet uniquely resilient life force, clashing with the deathly stillness of the surrounding environment.
This was precisely Chris Grass, and judging by the number and brightness of the stardust speckles in its veins, it was of quite good quality.
Upon seeing this patch of Chris Grass, Duke and Merrick both stopped, neither advancing further, but instead exchanging a glance.
"Come out, stop hiding," Duke said, looking at the few large rocks ahead.
Seeing no response from the people hiding ahead, the yellow sand beside him began to stir as he prepared to take action.
