In the cold nights of the open desert in the wastelands of the origin realm, a trail of corpses could be seen lining the steepest dunes and the highest sand mountains.
It was a trail left by none other than Seth; two days had passed since he returned to this mystical realm, treading out of the Savage Oasis and into the vaster plains, following the path highlighted by Rygor's treasure map.
A small storm of sand erupted before him, and bursting out of the sand ocean was none other than a vile-looking sandworm, its hardened skin resembling a cluster of blisters and tumors, its round mouth lined with sharp, separated sections of teeth.
It spun in different directions like a meat grinder, and that dangerous mouth was not only used for eating but was the main tool it used to glide smoothly through the ocean of sand. That, and vibration.
The beast snaked forward, an ear-ringing screech loud enough to cause lethal damage to one's eardrums.
