Lukohé held the Zephyrs out in front of him, the magic of the blade prevented the harsh desert winds from pelting him with sand. He had been traversing the Kikoba for what felt like weeks. Being raised in a nomadic tribe of people granted him the experience to identify plants that could provide him with enough sustenance to survive. It helped that when the thought of hunger or thirst creeped into his mind, the golden sand would lead him to those plants. But when the urges were sated and his mind returned to what used to be his brother or the mangled corpses of his people the golden sand led him back to its original course. He didn't care where it led him as long as it was away from that bloody memory and towards answers about what happened to his brother. The wind died down causing visibility to return to the area. A short ways ahead of him a large stone tower stood erect in the sand like a sentry watching over the desert. The golden sand that led Lukohé there melted into the normal sand that surrounded him. He sheathed Zephyrs and headed towards it. The tower stood tall. He'd thought that The World Flower would be the tallest thing he would ever see in his lifetime. But the tower seemed to dwarf it by a few hundred feet. A giant stone ring floated in the air as it rotated around the top of the tower. Twelve smaller golden rings were threaded through by the giant stone ring. Lukohé searched around the base of the tower for an entrance but couldn't identify one. Stumped, he plopped down in the sand and stared up at the giant ring as it slowly rotated. As he lay there an elderly man in a white toga and leather sandals slowly walked by him kicking sand in his face. Lukohé spit the sand out his mouth and stood up. "Hey." He called out. The man turned around slowly. Black scarring around his eyes indicated that some explosion caused him to go blind. "Hey." He answered dryly. Lukohé walked closer. "Wh-who are you? What is this place?" He asked. The old man sighed. "Lucian. And this is my home." He turned around and began to head towards the tower. He took one step and the golden sand re-emerged from the normal sand and built a wall blocking Lucian from continuing further. Sensing that something was in his way he reached out and caressed the sand. "I see." He said to himself before turning back around to face Lukohé. "Come inside. I have much to tell you." A portion of the tower behind Lucian crumbled into the same golden sand that had led Lukohé there, leaving an opening the size of a door. Lukohé nodded before following the old man inside. Once they both were in the sand filled in the opening and turned back into stone.

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Impetigo's gangly frame scurried in the evening over the Terrabeian landscape. His arachnid-like stride allowed him to cover a lot of ground quickly. The shadowy mist that oozed from behind his permanent sharp toothed grin trailed behind him, giving him the appearance of a demonic locomotive. The instinct driven sense of death drew him towards the war ridden territory of Xibalba. The multitude of souls shackled to this plane by untimely horrific deaths would adequately sate his voracious appetite. He scurried until he came across a small village. The sound of children playing drew him in closer. He Perched himself atop a small cabin and pointed his faceless head towards the sound. His jaw cracked as it unhinged and opened wide to reveal a large bulbous eye embedded deep in his throat. He watched as the children held hands and sang while dancing around a statue of a young woman with antlers

"The little girl with horns.

From her, the light would hide.

The day that she was born, Was the night her mother died.

When told she didn't morn. She laughed instead of cried.

Her life was lived in scorn. But her death was full of lies."

As the children sang the shadowy mist that radiated from his mouth went from a blob like shape to a more jagged one. The mist shot forward and pierced each one of the children's chests impaling them and dragging out their spirits as small glowing wisps. Impetigo swallowed the wisps as the children's bodies fell and began to soak in their own blood. He crawled down from the cabin and examined the statue, after a moment he swiped knocking the head off of the statue before scurrying into the woods towards Xibalba.