Ragnis and the guardian of the desert realm, the Phynx, looked each other in the eyes.
"Do you wish to play the Phynx's Game?" asked the Phynx.
Ragnis was not exactly sure if he wanted to say yes to the Phynx's request but he did not seem to have a choice either. The Phynx, at present, was his only option of finding his sister.
He had his fears concerning the game since he did not know the rules that bound it and he had not seen it being played.
"Yes. Yes, I will play your game with you," Ragnis answered him.
The Phynx clapped its hands loudly and exclaimed, "Well then, young Ragnis..."
He spread his arms out and the desert started to transform. The sand began to implode causing Ragnis to begin to move away from the Phynx. It seemed like the Phynx's world was collapsing into itself but that was not it at all.
In this case, the environment was only changing into a more suitable one for the Phynx's game.
"Shall we take the stage?"
