"The end of the world, perhaps it looks like this." The young man muttered, gazing intently from beneath the brim of his wizard's hat at the arched window outside.
In the distance, the earth-grey tower stands between the murky sky and ground, the wind dragging the sand into straight lines, making the world seem as if in perpetual darkness, where day and night blur into one. Far away, a cloth banner dances wildly with the wind—perhaps it is the flag of Istania, or maybe the prayer flags of the Androma Sanctuary.
This scene prompts a question—does the ancient Sleeper still protect this land? Meanwhile, the Believers pray steadfastly, the chanting echoing beneath the solemn Great Holy Cathedral. Maybe a few days later, this dust storm will pass, the sand raised will return to the sea of dust, and everything will return to its usual path, but do the Deities just watch all of this, even until the moment when the Star of Calamity descends?
