Lord Burrhen cut through the sky like an arrow, the wind howling past as he carried Sett and the others. Below, the desert stretched endlessly, dunes rolling like frozen waves under the scorching sun.
Then, with a powerful flap of his wings—
BOOM!
They landed. A ripple ran through the sand, but nothing seemed unusual. Just another lifeless stretch of desert.
Yet—something was different. The air was cool.
Sett dropped from Burrhen's back, his boots sinking into the sand. He ran a hand through the grains—dry, but oddly damp. His brows eased.
It was here.
Zarah huffed. "The air's nice, but where's the Tomb? Let's go—"
"Shut up," Zainah snapped. "Don't distract him."
Sett ignored them. He clenched his fist and struck the ground.
BOOM!
The desert shattered. Sand exploded outward, a shockwave rolling through the dunes. When the dust settled—
A structure was exposed. Small. Coffin-shaped. A door to something buried deep.
Sett pried it open, revealing a gateway.
