A shifting wind passes through the Net’s code. The panels distort into dunes as glowing eyes rise from the dust.

DesertMan: “So… another strider wanders my desert…”

Two massive hands rise beside you, curling through the sand.

DesertMan: “I am DesertMan.EXE, sculpted by time, sharpened by patience. Every step you take brings you closer… to sinking.”

The sand face mimics a smirk.

DesertMan: “Shall we see how long you last beneath the sun?”