Quinlan began walking in a straight line from the edge toward the center. By the way, his starting position was close to a corner. A hundred meters to the wall behind, and the same distance to the wall to his right.
As such, even if he did walk forward instead of backward, he still wouldn't find the goal so easily.
As he kept walking in a straight line toward the center, Quinlan started to notice an anomaly. The more he moved forward, the faster his stamina was getting consumed! The reason was, of course, the hard-to-walk sand and the extreme heat combination.
"So... this is... the true... trial..."
Quinlan grumbled while panting. Sweat was falling down his face, but it quickly evaporated from the extreme heat. If he had a thermometer with him, then he wouldn't be surprised if it reached above 100 degrees! It was no longer a desert but a full-blown oven!