I found myself back in the desert again, the worm's presence that I had felt so long ago now clear in my mind.
I could feel the murderous rage even more clearly now than I had before. Death glares had focused upon my being, however the oppression that I remembered was no longer there instead replaced by a confidence gained from experience.
The first time that I was sent here I was not prepared, suffering death after death as I struggled to survive but now I was prepared.
My immediate reaction was to deny the worm's existence from reality but when I tried to do that the worm had some sort of innate anchor that disallowed me to do that.
It seemed like they were anchored so much into this reality that despite the power I put into deleting it from reality it was able to resist.
That was no problem, even if my first plan had failed I had others. I was no stranger to direct combat so with a flash of light a sword was in my hand.
