I throw the hood of my cloak over my head and begin to tread the foreign land.
After not even 20 minutes of walking, the ground starts to shake violently, i fall over at the sudden quake and cast my vision all around.
In the distance, maybe 50 feet away, the ash ridden sandy soil starts to form a vortex. It gets bigger and bigger, surpassing the limit of a dust devil, i feel a slight pull as i get up from the ground.
Eventually the size of the dark vortex is reaching territory of a tornado, at that moment i start running.
Yet, the growth of the devilish vortex was too fast for me to escape from. Dust starts to fill my lungs as my body starts to get pulled away.
Instinctively, i knew that this was the end, cruel death has come to take me once again. I reach my hand out as if expecting someone to grab it as my vision starts to fade.
A force does indeed grab my hand, i could feel it, this force is something far sinister than any human.
Once again, words appear from the ash:
[Welcome back, User!]