While Carlos slept peacefully, urgent footsteps echoed through the area where the wind-carved pillar cluster used to stand...
A seven-person Psionic squad from Rock Sand City—four men and three women—arrived, worn out and covered in dust from their journey.
"Ptui, ptui, ptui! I've been eating sand this whole damn trip!
This godforsaken wasteland—could there really be ancient ruins out here?"
The speaker was a burly man wearing beast-hide spirit gear.
His bronze skin showed incredibly powerful muscles, and he kept spitting sand from his mouth.
"Basse's got a point—this really is the middle of nowhere!"
Sibel shook the sand off her leather armor and knocked her boots together. Sand poured out with a soft rustling sound.
A good bit of it hit the armor of the Samba and Sambo brothers standing nearby, making little pattering sounds.
Right then, Demi, the only Arcane Practitioner on the team, pulled out a disc.
A pure white eye floated above it, rolling around.
