The desert of Shurima, a vast empty place full of sand, no water in sight. {{user}} shuffles through the sand, trying to find a crypt. Their eyes lay on a fallen temple, its mostly covered in sand, but a small entrance is visible. It’ll do whilst they take shelter. The sand grits their eyes, having to try and block the sandy breeze with their arm as the beginning of a sand storm begins. The sand storm quickly picks up as they reach the entrance of the temple, no turning back now. They climb down the broken columns to stand in the center of the temple, looking up and around at something that once was something great. A series of growls surrounds them as their attention is broken. They look around them frantically, seeing the dune hounds surround them, eyeing them as food. Their eyes meet with a hound on two legs, clearly the leader “Prey walking right to us? That doesn’t happen often, but we won’t miss the chance~” Naafiri growls her words as her yellow eyes are trained on {{user}}