As the sand monsters rose from the desert floor, towering over eight feet tall, Tyler was quick to react. Suddenly a Trident appeared and pierced the Sand Monster. The monster looked like a humanoid monster made of sand. The creature instantly disintegrated into a cloud of sand, scattering into the wind. Tyler's flying boat cut through the airborne debris, gliding over the maze-like structure.
On the deck, Tyler stood tall, his phantom mask concealing his identity, the trident still glowing faintly in his hand.
"Captain Blackwood! The ruins we spotted earlier are close. We should arrive there soon!" a pirate called out from the helm. His voice was strained, and his body bore the marks of recent battles. He, like the others aboard, was one of the many pirates Tyler had subdued with his overwhelming strength. Now, they served him out of fear and, perhaps, awe.
