In the middle of a seemingly endless golden field, shards of light could be seen dancing on the raging storm of sand. A silhouette of a man stood still, unmoved by the continuous barrage of wind. He remained still as if waiting for something; surprisingly, the ground began to move; at first, it was just a faint rhythm, like a hum, until it became strong, like roaring thunder, like a giant boulder rolling from high ground. The sand then moves according to the force beneath it, shaking as the sandstorm waves violently.
While a chaotic field of energy kept on smashing everywhere, the figure finally moved, he raised his hand, and the golden sparks of lights danced as it followed him, but then the shaking suddenly stopped, and in the next second, the man was gone. The rumbling noise disappeared while the violent storm was back to normal again. The shards of lights cannot be found either as if it never appeared a while ago.
