Sand Spirit World.
"He has come."
The Sand Spirit Ancestor appeared in the Prophet Desert like a Balance, with numerous dominators of the Sand Spirit Civilization standing behind him, their expressions extremely solemn.
"The Wind Catcher has already sent the message back to the Alliance. We just need to hold on, this war..."
"No, Horad, we cannot win this war."
A servant with a dog's head and a human body appeared beside the Sand Spirit Ancestor, looking at Horad with resolute eyes.
"He has come personally, our strength is insufficient, we must preserve the fire seeds."
"Ancestor, perhaps things are not..."
"I have seen it!"
The Sand Spirit Ancestor's voice suddenly grew louder, as if it were the might of heaven.
"I saw the Sand Spirit World engulfed in war, then swallowed bit by bit by a giant serpent. We lack the ability to change this future, so preserve the fire seeds well."
