It was well into the later stages of the day. The sun has already passed the peak of its arc and has long since begun its slow but steady descent, reaching somewhere around the third quarter of its journey.
The sounds of a heated, but at the same time, fortunately, one-sided battle filled the vast boring emptiness of the golden desert.
An army of giant, mutant abominable insectoids swarmed around a small group of fighters forming a circle around the obstinately refusing prey for the last couple hours.
Around them, a growing pile of mutilated carcasses dripped in their own, viscous, dark, and oily blood formed a rampart around the mix of adventurers and mercenaries.