Something is moving under the sand and everyone is readying their weapons, then they realize that we are surrounded by those things that are moving under the sand. They haven't realized that the sand under our feet is slowly sinking, then a dozen massive rattling snakes raise from the sand with the Cursed Soul of the Pasheer people standing on top of the snakes' heads. Not just rattling snakes, but also desert scorpions are surfacing from the sand that is three times bigger than a human body. The Cursed Soul of the Pasheer people's faces are covered with scarves, but we can see that their foreheads are so dry that we can see the cracks on their skins. Their eyes are pitch black without pupils.
I look at Azrael.
"Azrael, it's time for you to gain more level."
Azrael flying around me.
"Yes, master!"
