"There's no time left," a tall man wearing black armor spoke to a stalwart man sitting in the middle of a corrupting cloud of sand.
The stalwart man moved his hands, and the cloud of corrupting sand parted for him. A moment later, he stepped out.
"Then, we have to go," the stalwart man said. "I hope you've said your goodbyes."
"I did," the tall man said.
The stalwart man nodded and walked past the tall man. "Bring me to it."
"Are you not going to say goodbye yourself?" the tall man asked.
"To whom?" the stalwart man asked. "Samira is happy with her life. If I return to her now, it will just bring back painful memories."
"But she's your only daughter," the tall man commented. "I'm sure that she also wants to see her father one last time."
