Exhaling softly, Cyno kicked off his sandals and sat down at the top of a cliff, looking down at the desert. It was currently midnight, so the torturous heat had died down, and he could just relax.

His polearm laid down on the sand beside him, scarabs deciding it would be a good place to perch for the night. Not that Cyno minded, he simply wanted to take some time to breathe, not fight.