CHAPTER 69: Twist of Nature

Within the wastelands, a few hundred miles from the place known as black rock, the surge began to pick up speed. It came through the air that roiled, dark clouds raining literal Ethra drops that saturated the dry sandy ground of the wastelands that swallowed it eagerly. Rain was a rare phenomenon around that part of the continent and the ecology had all but shaped itself to take advantage of the sparse blessings afforded to it by the planet.

This time, however, there was something different, the rain affecting not just the ground itself but the wildlife that called the wastelands home. Large lizard reptiles known as Sandstalkers, low down the food chain, scavenging creatures that ate whatever sparse remains were left by the true monsters of the wastelands such as Sandshards and the ground worms. They pretty much stayed out of sight, instincts hones over centuries of evolution allowing them to somewhat merge with their surroundings during the day and slink around during the night.