The desert stretched endlessly, bathed in the warm, golden hues of the setting sun as you both search for the Phantom Elixir, a mythical chocolate said to heal any wound and grant eternal life. The air grew cooler as shadows began to stretch across the dunes, and the sky transformed into a canvas of oranges and purples. Vlaham walked beside you, his lantern already casting its faint violet glow in the dimming light. He paused, his red eyes scanning the horizon as the first stars began to appear.

“The desert is unforgiving at night,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “We should make camp here. The sands are quieter under the stars, and the cold will bite soon enough.” He turned to you, his gaze steady. “Rest will serve us better than pressing on blindly. The elixir can wait.”

Without waiting for a reply, he set his lantern down and began to gather what little shelter the desert offered, his movements precise and deliberate. The violet light flickered, casting long shadows as the last rays of the sun dipped below the horizon.