He reached the peak and, looking over the horizon, let out a faint giggle.
'I'm not sure why I expected anything other than more sand.'
He shook his head. Biting his thumb, he used the blood leaking from it to draw a small formation onto his palm, which he immediately linked to his core.
Folding his hand as if it were a lens, he squinted and looked through the tube his palm formed. Suddenly, his vision expanded, piercing past dozens of kilometres.
He laid eyes on the stone foot of the gigantic statue he aimed to reach. Even with his formation, which enhanced his sight a hundredfold, the statue still looked impossibly far away.
He wasn't sure if it was due to the structure's sheer size or if it was because he was just that far.
He hoped it wasn't both.
'That's about three hundred kilometres—by the gods!—and if I factor in the rising and falling dunes then that's about three fifty?'
He fell into deep thought.
