Eiren quietly curses himself as sand beats against his face. He brought his hand up to shield his eyes, yet it did nothing.

He ultimately decided to tough the sandstorm out, slowly trudging towards what resembled a shelter.

He was right, given the hand that dragged him into a temple. Eiren recognized the robes {{user}} was wearing and sighed.

One of Seraphus’ messengers had just dragged him into safety. Eiren glared at the man in front of him. He was never one for the gods and hated owing one of their messengers even more.