The immense suns looming in the skies experienced a precipitous fall, ushering in an impenetrable darkness that lent the Ruins of the Northern Sands a terrible eeriness. Despite the strangeness, Kieran bizarrely enough felt at ease.
Perhaps it has something to do with the kindred concept of this place — destruction and ruin. As it stood, both of said concepts had brushed his soul.
Nevertheless, his comfort was not a luxury shared with the others. They stepped gingerly and shot furtive glances at the surrounding broken sand structures, betraying their uneasiness.
"Dude! There's just no way, man. Why is it so damned dark all of a sudden?" Nemean muttered, inching closer to the others.
"I don't know," Bastion commented. "But it's damned scary, I tell you that. I don't do very well with the dark."
