A man stands among the flat, harsh cracked land, The wind that acted up in gusts blowing through his very core.

Sweat dripped down from his face, a desperate, light gasp for air escaping his lips. A slight, but present fear in his eyes.

Through the gusting wind, a small rumble is heard, the mans eyes widen slightly, his right arm grasping the hilt of the sword on his back as he lowers his weight into his feet, in a meager attempt to plant them in the soft sand below him.

The rumble grows closer, a vibration being sent through the entire desert, the sand shaking as if fearful of the great rumbling, a distance away, the sand moves in a large mound at incredible speeds towards the man.

Seeing this, he now draws his sword. The sword, a large greatsword made of what seems to be steel, thrums as he draws it, as if the steel is excited. He plants his core into the ground, sinking lower to the ground, holding the sword in front of him in preparation for whatever is approaching.

As the rumbling grows closer and closer, a massive beast, the size of a small mountain, bursts from the ground. The beast, a massive sandworm, mixed with what seems to be a scorpion, a sharp tail on the end, molded into the worms body roughly, as if clumsily tossed together.

The world draws silent for a few moments, as the man swings his blade down onto the sandworm drawing closer. Even the wind and rumbling drawing silent for but a moment.

The man’s blade struck down with tremendous force, slicing into the sandworm and causing a massive upheaval of sand and debris, creating a massive gash in the land. But, despite this great force, the sandworm wasn’t even cleaved in half, just mortally wounded.

The beast's scorpion-like tail lashed out with brutal force, catching the man off guard. He staggered, his sword now a fragmented weapon, and struggled to maintain his footing. In a final, desperate effort, the man attempted to counter the sandworm's onslaught. However, the beast's overwhelming strength proved too much. It struck with a crushing force that was insurmountable.

The ground shook violently as the sandworm's final attack created a massive rift in the desert. The Man, without his weapon, was left to be simply crushed by the strength of the worm.

Noah, watching from a distant hill through his binoculars, observed the aftermath, sighing in frustration. The battlefield was now still, the only reminder of the battle being the half ruined corpse of the man, and the writhing, dying sandworm.

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“Even those limit breakers have a tough time against these things,” Noah muttered, lowering his binoculars. “I tracked this guy for days, and he ends up dead just like this.” He sighed. “Hopefully there’s something to salvage. Maybe that sword was something special?”

Noah adjusted his gear, putting the binoculars back on his hip, and began descending the hill, heading toward the battlefield to see if he could get anything from all his efforts tracking the man.

A few minutes later, Noah arrives at the battlefield, the writhing worm has mostly calmed down, and is on the brink of death.

Noah walks up to the worm, looking at it, softly smiling, his eyes narrowing with a cruel type of joy.

"well, look at that, this once mighty sandworm, laying here unable to even move." He says, crouching down to look at the massive wound across its body, and its hard carapace.

Noah grabs a small dagger from his hip, pulling it out and attempting to stab into the worms hard shell. However, unlike what he was expecting, the shell actually chipped and cracked his blade.

"… really? I knew these things were, tough, but damn," He stands up, wiping some sweat off his forehead. "this thing is needlessly strong."

Noah walks over to the mans corpse, as he approaches, he covers his nose and his face scrunches up in disgust, and he takes a step back.

"damn, he reeks of piss…" He walks over, crouching down quickly, still covering his nose. "damn, he really did piss himself, whatever, lets see if he had anything good." He groans out as he starts to go through the mans pockets.

In the mans left pocket, Noah finds some strange pendant, it’s a deep blue spiral, on a steel chain.

"huh… this seems valuable, ill hold onto this." Noah says, grabbing the mans dagger to replace the one he just broke, and attaching it to his hip, before standing up and sighing.

"great, time to salvage this damned worm."

A few hours later, Noah has taken some of the scales of the carapace, and a few of the teeth from the worms mouth, and he groans as he plops down onto his back, tired.

"why, for the love of the gods, is this thing so damn tough," He sits up off his back before sighing. "like, I get it already, just let me salvage you."

He sits there for a few minutes, just thinking. The warm wind blowing on his face, the occasional sound of a fight miles away ringing out from every direction. The sun going down on the edge of the desert.

"hm, I should set up camp soon," he says, standing up and stretching. "I don’t want to freeze to death after all."

He scans the surroundings, his eyes however are oddly dragged into the massive gash in the ground from the fight. He begins to walk over and into the gash.

"well, this should let me stay warm enough, with a fire." He says, reaching the deep part of the gash.

As Noah reaches the bottom, he feels some sort of odd vibration from his pocket… It’s the pendant.

"what the hell? Whats up with this thing." He says, taking it out of his pocket.

As he takes it out, something strange happens, some kind of glow from the pendant, makes a strange temple like building appear in the deepest part of the gash, and the pendant rapidly rushes forth into the temple.

"well, that’s great, at least I found what that man was looking for…" Noah says, his eyes a little open with worry, and excitement. He begins to walk forth into the dark, strange temple.