Northern narrowed his eyes, gaze locked onto the approaching figure, a shimmer in the desert sky that was dropping.
They landed into the haze with a powerful THUD and began to walk closer to him.
As they drew nearer, details sharpened into his focus.
Their armor, a striking contrast of white and crimson, gleamed under the unforgiving daylight star.
Every step they took resonated with a predatory grace, and a palpable energy seemed to radiate from them, warping the air around them into a mirage of madness and intent.
The figure held a long and elegant spear, which looked like an extension of their being. Held with a familiarity that spoke of countless battles fought and won.
The blade glinted menacingly, promising death to any who dared to face it.
With closer steps, the ground seemed to recoil, as if acknowledging the danger the figure represented.
