In the middle of a desert in an unknown world, stood a tower that broke the clouds in the sky. It shadowed almost the entirety of the island it stood, there was not a single tree in sight, it was only sands and dunes. However, despite the harsh conditions, cultivators were sighted to come and go from the place.
They all wore some sort of cover, a mask, a veil, a cloak, anything that hid their identity. It was the unwritten law of this place.
A figure was seen from the entrance of the tower. At first glance, it was unknown if it's a woman or a man. It got off from a horse before tapping the butt and let the stallion ran through the desert alone. The gaze of the surroundings was on the figure but they knew best not to mess with anyone in this place.
