Over half a year had already passed since Melkith had crossed over into the desert as part of a deal to procure a contract with the Spirit King of Wind.1

Melkith had spent her rugged childhood in a small mountain village in a minor country. Those early years spent climbing mountains, washing in streams, and even catching and roasting frogs and bugs had endowed her with a robust vitality. Even though the harsh desert was far from comfortable, it was bearable thanks to her experience from her childhood.3

Usually, Melkith lived beneath the sands of the desert, but she never stayed in the same burrow for long.0

Over the past six months, she had buried countless dark wizards, a number now crossing into the hundreds. She knew well that she wasn't short of enemies.4

While the Sultan of Nahama had not publicly addressed the matter of her hunting the black wizards, he had been sending squads of assassins and sandmancers after her. Moreover, beginning two months ago, the military troops of Nahama had been scouring the desert under the pretext of training. Even if they said they were training, it was blatantly clear that they were searching for someone.0

But it was all in vain. Melkith was under the protection of Yhanos, the Spirit King of Earth, which meant that the vast desert was no less than a simple playground for her. She had already eluded and even toyed with her pursuers several times while continuing to look for the dungeons of the black wizards.0

However, finding the dungeons had become challenging lately. To be more precise, even if she found the dungeon, encountering the dark wizards themselves...0