Horam flashed his eyes open, sensing a new presence on the Dune. A long black snake slithered next to him immediately, wanting his attention. Horam chuckled and patted its head lovingly.
"Good morning, my fellow bald friend. It looks like we will have some entertainment today." Horam chuckled. In response, the snake hissed. Both of them then shifted their attention to the huge mirror in their base, where they could clearly see a lone man standing in the poisonous miasma.
"How long do you think that this one would last?" Horam smirked. The snake hissed. "I think so too buddy. Maybe a minute. Even that would be giving him too much credit.
The two continued watching when, suddenly, something surprising happened. A lot of miasma started gathering around the man, or to be more specific, his corpse. Obviously, no one could survive all that miasma. But his corpse seemed to possess something unique.
