Unease

Clyde and Asqa stepped through the portal and into a new Ruin. The area they were stepping in now cloaked in burning wind and shimmering heat. This was a desert.

Jagged rock formations pierced the endless desert and sandstorms loomed in the distance like sleeping titans.

The air crackled with residual magic that somehow still dense and the scream of distant beasts echoed across the dunes.

Without a word, the two moved forward.

They didn't need to talk anymore after arriving at this kind of environtment. They just need to kill.

The monsters came quickly immediately after sering them. A hulking, crusted things made of sand and bone charging at the., their limbs jagged like shattered bladea of esrth. Clyde was the first to engage.

He drew his bew sword, the Dusksorrow.

The blade slid free with a soft hum, as if in mourning. The muted crimson edge shimmered under the harsh sun and the violet lightning-veins pulsed as if waking from slumber.