Standing on the golden desert, the landscape of the desert vast, expansive and large with rolling dunes that ruse and fall, sinking and rising like waves from time to time, creating intricate ripples and terns that seem to dance under the moonlight rays, casting long shadows, forming a capturing contrast against the glowing night sky.
And on this desert, within a certain part of the Region B- Desert.
They stood a young kid, various runes could be seen covering his entire body except for his head, his head seemed to be the only exception to this beautiful, yet dreadful rune of his.
Ahead him, not quite far away from him.
Laid two Mirac Thornback beetles, who were bleeding rather furiously and greatly, green blood spurting out akin to that of the fall of an avalanche or a rampaging dam.
