A tenebrous black steed was flying across the white sands of the Nightmare Desert, pursued by an unseen horror. Sunny was leaning from the saddle, shielding his eyes against the scorching wind as he brandished the Sin of Solace. A hand that shot from beneath the ground was cleanly severed and dissolved into a swirl of ash.
'Curses… that thing is persistent.'
Behind him, a vast swath of the desert was changing. It was almost imperceptible unless one knew what to look for — the minute tremors running through the sand, the slight tilt of the dunes, the subtle shifting of the shadows…
Something enormous was moving beneath the sand, following him.
He had already used four out of his five shadows to augment Nightmare, leaving only one to strengthen the enchantment of the Memory of Fire through the [Underworld Armament]. That allowed him some measure of relief from the unbearable heat of the desert, at least.
