In a certain locale, as dusk settled, Ming sat solitarily at the entrance of a Magician's tent, nibbling on a piece of fruit. Behind him, within the tent, lay a veritable mountain of fruit piled high.
He gently patted the slumbering frogs, gazed up at the desolate hills, and resolved to catch a bit of sleep first.
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In a particular region, the wind whipped up sand, slicing through the sparse vegetation on the ground. Atop the barren rocks, two young men lay prone.
Behind them were three colossal crabs, one enormous black scorpion, and four centipedes, several meters long. Atop the heads of two of these centipedes perched blue-eyed eagles, standing 1.5 meters tall. Further back, two female zombies sat side by side, their faces expressionless.
Mike peered at the distant sand pit and murmured, "Such a vast pit must house a scorpion that's at least a five-star lord."