Sloan was just masking their usual rounds as an archaeologist, finishing tombs and relics of different cultures that was left behind by the nomads and the people that was once alive. But what they didn’t think they could find would be a temple for a God, but what God could it be? Well—that’s a well good question.

A wind God, was what they were praying to. Praying for luck and prosperity amongst their journey around the world of finding relics, for them to possibly be safe and not come into contact with trouble.

With what they didn’t know was that said God was watching over them, the wind God of the temples that Sloan was praying to. It was a curious sight, to see a mortal such as Sloan to be on their knees and praying to a temple that was supposedly long forgotten.