Earth, The Middle East
Among the sands of a red desert, the scene looked idyllic. The sky was clear, as usual, and a middle-aged man calmly meditated despite the scorching temperatures, ignoring everything around him. This was Zak Bond, the Elven Ancestor. He had been waiting for Damien for the past two weeks and taking countermeasures in case any unwanted beings turned up.
Suddenly, the ground shook and two rocky pillars rose, revealing a teleportation gate. This ruckus woke Zak abruptly. "It must be the time," he said as he stood straight. "Hmm, I only hope you come in one piece, brat!" He readied himself for whatever might come out of the gate.
