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The Child of Sand and Flame (chapter 26)

Author: Stone
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-17 05:22:00

So, here’s the deal: we found a guide. His name’s Karim. He’s this tough-looking guy with a weathered face and not much for small talk. Honestly, the fact that he didn’t pepper us with questions made me feel more at ease than I usually do with strangers. Nikolai even paid him extra to help us get across the border fast and without drawing attention.

When we hit the Sahara, it didn’t feel like just a place. It was like stepping into a whole new world. It seemed endless, and the air was so still it almost made my heartbeat feel like it was shouting.

The jeep sped over the dunes, the wind stinging our faces while the sun blazed overhead like it was watching us. I was clutching a photo of Luca—his smile was like a little sun shining in my dark universe.

We weren’t just running after a memory anymore. We were after something real, something fiery.

On the third day, Karim pulled up next to this old, half-buried ruin. It looked ancient, burned out, and forgotten like something from a dream.

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