Rozan and Shelly stood in the middle of a desert with a fierce sandstorm that prevented them from seeing anything in front of them. Although it was dark because of the storm, the sun was directly pointing at them above their heads. If a mere human were in their shoes, they would melt like an ice cream.
Rozan snapped his fingers and the sandstorm stopped, but not disappeared, it stopped in time. The moment he snapped his fingers again, all the floating sands fell to the ground, and no more sandstorm. He then could see a being as tall as the pyramid holding a staff standing in the distance, staring at him.
"There are too many sandstorms that are happening in this place. So annoying," Rozan said as he kept staring at the being hidden behind the sandstorm. "By the way, master, do you want to fight the pillar or do you want to fight him?" Rozan asked Shelly.
"We are trapped here, so just focused on getting ourselves out of here," Shelly answered.