the borderlands

They took to the granite corridor, moving swiftly to sleight the diseased shamans hiding in the architecture. From the shade, the Lotus Eater turned to the desert to consume a potentially final glance at its grandeur. What greeted his eye was not the shining magnificence of what the sands once were, but a perversion of life, a phantasm twisting from the grey sky. A gate was open, spilling darkness from the heavens, rebuking the insipid souls that swim in the sea of sand. The inexplicable titan swirled and jerked, slowly making its way to the east, toward the cathedral by the I'jinn.


He said to himself, "They are doomed," just loud enough to be audible to the others, who gestured to him to hurry.