Traversing through the Hypostyle Desert was treacherous in its own right, seeing as there was no water in sight. However, Cyno was proficient enough to prepare for the blister heat of the day and the freezing nights. Though, the lack of encament did take a tole, as sands and winds begin to swirl, the heat of the day rising with each forward step. A sandstorm, brewing in the silent depths of the desert around him.

With no protection, Cyno was completely vulnerable to the harsh wind and the painful sand flying all around him. And with no proper protection, the sand stung his eye and nose, getting in his ears and his mouth when he tried to open it.

However, little cover did not mean there was no debris. As sand was whipped around, it disloged many harder and sharper objects. One such objects being rocks. He felt something slice against his leg, causing his knees to buckle. He fell against the sand, unable to even open his eyes as sand crusted against his lashes.