(Chapter 59 Dunes of Steel II)
The door creaked open, revealing the vast interior of the giant Ruin Guard. The lights flickered for a moment, casting eerie shadows before fully illuminating the chamber. Inside was the bridge, a massive, imposing structure, with an elevator in the center that likely led to the control panel, the heart of the machine.
"Woah! I knew we'd stumble upon something fascinating in here!"
Hatsume exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement. Meanwhile, Penance quickly snapped pictures with her kamera, capturing every detail of the discovery.
"Split into groups of three.
Tempest said to his knights, as they entered the chamber. Report anything unusual or of interest. If you encounter something you can't handle, don't engage it alone, call for backup. And most importantly, make sure you all come back alive. We'll regroup here in thirty minutes."
Tempest instructed his knights as they entered the chamber.
The knights nodded in acknowledgment, quickly forming their teams before dispersing into the vast chamber. With focused determination, they moved out in different directions.
"I suppose this will suffice as payment, considering you both were originally here to investigate this thing."
Tempest said to Cyrus, his tone slightly teasing as he referenced the door he had managed to open where Cyrus had failed.
"I suppose, you're right. We'll investigate this place thoroughly and report our findings back to the Akademiya."
Cyrus replied with a thoughtful nod, and Tempest nodded in response.
"Rohan, accompany those two."
Tempest instructed, gesturing toward Cyrus and Cyno.
"Got it, Your Grace."
Rohan responded with a firm nod. He then joined Cyrus and Cyno, and the trio set off to explore further into the Ruin Guard.
"Let's go, Chief! I bet that dome-like structure on top is the control room!"
Hatsume exclaimed excitedly. With a grin, she led the way, while Penance and Tempest followed closely behind. The three of them were the only ones left at the door.
'Tempest, I sense something is not quite right. It's as if you are not alone in this place. Please be careful, and be on your guard. Something may be lurking in the shadows, so proceed with caution.'
Nahida said through Tempest's mind, her voice filled with worry and caution.
'Thanks for the heads, Young Pasha.'
Tempest replied.
"The elevator's not working, brother. Can you do that thing again, like you did with the door? I think it needs to be powered up too."
Penance said, standing next to Hatsume at the elevator.
"No need for that! A great inventor is always prepared!"
Hatsume declared with pride, as she pulled out a grappling hook from one of the numerous pouches strapped to her belt.
"Ohhh."
Penance exclaimed in awe, clapping her hands in admiration.
"Alright! Le-"
"Let me go first."
Tempest interjected, gently placing a hand on Hatsume's shoulder to halt her excitement. He recalled Nahida's earlier warning and knew it was better to proceed with caution. Hatsume blinked in surprise but quickly nodded, understanding the need for safety.
"Here you go, chief!"
Hatsume said, handing the grappling hook to Tempest with a grin.
He took the device, inspecting it closely to ensure its durability and functionality. Satisfied, he aimed carefully at a metal railing on the second floor of the bridge, calculating the angle before launching the hook with precision. The hook latched onto the railing with a clink.
With a firm grip, Tempest pressed the trigger of the grappling hook. The device whirred, pulling him swiftly upward. As he landed, he took a brief moment to steady himself, adjusting his footing on the ledge. His eyes flicked upward, assessing the distance to the third floor. Without hesitation, he aimed the grappling hook at the metal railing above, ready for the next ascent.
"Mmpf."
Tempest landed smoothly on the third floor, he pressed the trigger of the grappling hook once more, retracting the cable with a soft whir. As the hook clicked back into place, he took a moment to glance down at the first floor, where Hatsume and Penance waited patiently below.
"You good up there, chief?!"
Hatsume's voice rang out from below, her tone a mix of concern and excitement. Tempest looked down, meeting her gaze with a nod of reassurance.
"Alright! Pass us the grappling hook!"
Hatsume shouted up, her voice bubbling with excitement, Tempest threw the grappling hook to her. Hatsume's eyes lit up as she effortlessly caught the grappling hook, her hands moving with practiced precision. The thrill of the moment was evident on her face, before turning to Penance, ready to help her ascend.
"Let's go, My Lady!"
Hatsume exclaimed, her smile widening as she extended a hand to Penance.
"Just call me, Penance, Hatsume."
She replied with a lighthearted chuckle as she took Hatsume's hand.
"Okie-Dokie!"
Hatsume replied cheerfully.
Tempest, watching from his vantage point at the top, let out a sigh of reassurance as he observed his sister safely guided by Hatsume. Seeing her in capable hands eased his concerns. With a final glance down, he redirected his attention to the imposing dome-like structure on the third floor of the bridge.
'Tempest, be careful. I can sense that you're getting closer to the thing I'm worried about. My intuition tells me that it is likely nearby, perhaps inside that structure. Please exercise extreme caution, as I do not know what you are dealing with.'
Nahida's voice echoed in Tempest's mind, her tone laced with urgency.
'Alright...'
Tempest replied, unsheathing his sword, just in case, his senses sharpening as he prepared for whatever was inside the control room.
"Chief! Heh? Something wrong?"
Hatsume called out, having arrived on the third floor of the bridge with Penance securely held by her side, her arm wrapped protectively around her waist. Both women's eyes widened in concern and alertness as they noticed Tempest wielding his sword, his posture tense and ready. The sudden shift in his demeanor made them aware that something was amiss.
"Get behind me."
Tempest commanded, his expression darkening with seriousness. Hatsume and Penance nodded in unison, understanding the gravity of the situation. Hatsume quickly retrieved her Sparky cannon from where it hung on her back. Meanwhile, Penance assumed a defensive stance, both Hatsume and Penance's Visions were glowing, as both of them moved into position behind Tempest.
The three moved with careful precision toward the dome-like structure, their senses alert to every sound and shadow. As they approached, they discovered that the door to the control room was opened. Inside, the room was eerily empty, its expanse devoid of any discernible activity or presence.
"It's empty?"
Tempest muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he surveyed the vacant room. He slowly lowered his sword, his expression reflecting a mix of relief and caution. Hatsume and Penance, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, followed his lead, easing their stances.
'Tempest! Watch out!'
Nahida's voice screamed in his mind, filled with urgent panic. Her distress echoed with a sharp intensity.
Suddenly, a figure clad entirely in teal armor came out of nowhere inside the control room. The armor was emblazoned with the sigil of Khaenri'ah, the Four-Pointed Star. Without warning, the armored figure charged at Tempest, catching him completely off guard. In a swift and brutal move, the thing seized Tempest by the neck, attempting to strangle him. Tempest's sword clattered to the floor as he struggled to regain his composure. The force of the attack pinned him against the metal railing of the third floor, dangerously close to the edge. The threat of both their lives hanging precariously.
"You... Do not belong here..."
The figure's voice was cold and menacing, each word dripping with contempt as it hissed through the gaps in the armor.
"Brother!"
"Chief!"
Both Hatsume and Penance shouted. They moved instinctively toward him, ready to intervene and rescue Tempest from the deadly grip of the armored figure.
"Mmpf!"
Penance groaned in pain as the armored figure, momentarily loosening its grip on Tempest, swung its elbow back with brutal force. The blow struck Penance, sending her staggering backward. Her balance faltered, and she teetered dangerously close to the edge of the third floor. Thankfully, Hatsume's quick reflexes kicked in. With a swift, decisive movement, she reached out and grasped Penance's hand firmly.
"I gotcha!"
Hatsume called out with determined resolve, her grip on Penance's hand unwavering as she struggled to pull her back from the edge. The strain was evident on her face as she exerted all her strength.
Tempest's anger surged, his eyes blazing with a fierce red hue as his Pyro Delusion activated. A Pyro knife materialized in his hand, its edge shimmering with intense heat. Driven by rage and desperation, Tempest thrust the blade towards the armored figure's exposed neck. He drove the knife in with relentless force, each stab a furious retaliation against his assailant. The heated blade cut through the armor with searing intensity, each strike aimed to incapacitate the figure and end the threat once and for all.
The armored figure staggered backward, a pained groan escaping as the Pyro knife's searing heat took its toll. The figure's grip on Tempest's neck loosened and eventually released entirely. With a staggered step, the assailant dropped to one knee, his breath ragged and labored. He raised a trembling hand to his wounded neck.
'Tempest?! Are you alright?!'
Nahida's voice pierced through his mind with urgent concern. Her distress was palpable, each word filled with anxiety as she tried to gauge his condition.
'Not now, Young Pasha...'
Tempest replied through his mind, his voice tinged with a fierce resolve. As he spoke, he conjured a Pyro sword in his hands, its flames flickering with intense heat. His anger roared like a volcano, fueled by the assault on his sister. The fiery blade glowed ominously, reflecting the depth of his rage and the determination to protect those he cared about. Every muscle in Tempest's body was tensed, ready to unleash the full force of his fury on the armored figure who dared to harm his family.
The armored figure looked up at Tempest, his gaze filled with a mix of defiance and resignation as Tempest advanced. Before Tempest could close the distance, the figure spoke in a voice that was both weary and resolute.
"I return to my homeland..."
"The thing is... Your homeland is nothing but dust..."
Tempest replied, his voice carrying a chilling edge. His face darkened with grim determination as he spoke.
"Impos-"
The armored figure began to speak, but before he could finish, Tempest moved with lethal precision. With a swift, decisive swing of his Pyro sword, he severed the figure's head in a single, fluid motion. The headless body slumped to the ground, the severed head rolling away as Tempest's face remained resolute.
"Augh! Hold on!"
Hatsume's voice was strained as she struggled to pull Penance up, her strength waning under the effort. The weight of the situation and the strain on her muscles were taking their toll. Just as her resolve seemed to falter, Tempest, having dealt with the immediate threat, rushed to her side. He swiftly grabbed Penance's hand, his grip firm and reassuring. With Tempest's help, Hatsume was able to pull Penance to safety, their combined effort ensuring she was pulled back from the edge and away from the perilous drop.
"Are you alright, dear sister?!"
Tempest's voice was filled with concern as he swiftly moved to check on Penance's condition. His eyes scanned her for any signs of injury or distress.
"Mm, you're the one who looks worse, brother..."
Penance replied, her voice carrying a hint of concern as she gestured toward the bruised mark on Tempest's neck, a visible reminder of the choking grip he had endured. Her eyes softened with empathy as she took in the sight of his injury.
"It's fine, I'm glad you're alright..."
Tempest said, his voice softening as he pulled Penance into a heartfelt embrace. The relief in his expression was palpable as he held her close, grateful that she was safe. Hatsume, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but smile at the touching scene. The bond between the siblings was clear and moving.
"Must've been the pilot, nice cut, chief!"
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Fifteen minutes later, Tempest's knights had regrouped at the entrance to the giant Ruin Guard. The earlier confrontation with the armored figure had led them to conclude that he was a pilot of this colossal machine, a solitary soldier from Khaenri'ah who had managed to survive for hundreds of years, waiting in isolation. They chose not to dwell on the strange circumstances and focused on their immediate task.
Inside the control room, Tempest, Penance, and Hatsume were at work. Hatsume, with an excited grin on her face, was busy attempting to power up the massive behemoth. Her enthusiasm was palpable as she fiddled with the controls, eager to activate the ancient machinery.
'I don't think this is a great idea, Tempest...'
Nahida's voice conveyed her concern through Tempest's mind, her tone laced with apprehension. She was borrowing Tempest's eyes to observe Hatsume, who was energetically focused on activating the enormous machine. Nahida's unease was palpable as she watched Hatsume's eccentric, almost reckless enthusiasm, and her words carried a note of caution.
'No worries, I'll tell her to turn it off, when necessary.'
Tempest replied.
'I trust you would...'
"Booyah! There we go!"
Hatsume exclaimed triumphantly as she successfully activated the behemoth. The central screen flickered to life, displaying a live feed of Tempest's caravan resting on the cliff. The sight of the caravan instantly caused a tense reaction among the caravan. They quickly raised their muskets, aiming them at the behemoth's eye with a mixture of alertness and readiness.
"Hatsume."
Tempest called out her name with a firm yet calm tone, drawing her attention. His voice carried a note of both urgency and authority, signaling that he needed to address something crucial.
"I got it! I got it!"
Hatsume shouted with enthusiasm as she controlled the behemoth's massive arm. She directed the arm to wave at the caravan, her face alight with excitement. The soldiers at the caravan, initially on high alert, watched in slight confusion as the enormous arm moved. They slowly lowered their muskets, though their guard remained vigilant.
"Is that Falric?"
Penance asked, her voice tinged with surprise as she looked at the screen. Her eyes widened as she recognized the solitary figure on the edge of the cliff, holding a stick.
Falric traced patterns in the sand on the edge of the cliff, using the stick to write a single word, 'Tempest?'
"He's quick to react, nice!"
Hatsume remarked with a satisfied grin, controlled the behemoth's massive arm into a thumbs-up gesture. Falric, catching the signal, nodded in acknowledgment. He then gestured to the caravan, signaling them to stand down and relax their vigilance, reassuring them that the behemoth posed no threat.
"Very good, Hatsume."
Tempest said, his voice reflecting a tone of approval and satisfaction.
"Ohhh, is that a hilichurl camp, right there?"
Hatsume exclaimed with a mischievous grin spreading across her face. Her eyes sparkled with a playful glint as she controlled the behemoth's massive head to focus directly on the hilichurl camp.
"Don't tell me..."
'Tempest! Stop her!'
Nahida shouted in Tempest's head, as she knew what Hatsume was going to do.
"Oops, tehe!"
Hatsume said with a cheeky smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief. As she pressed something, the behemoth's eye ignited with a blinding light, and a powerful beam shot forth, streaking across the desert. The intense energy obliterated the hilichurl camp in a spectacular display, leaving nothing but a smoldering ruin. Hatsume watched with a mix of satisfaction and playful glee, clearly enjoying the dramatic effect of her unintended action.
"Boom!"
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(Chapter 60 Heat Stroke)
"Chief... I'm sorry..."
Hatsume's voice was laced with regret as she trudged along on foot, while the rest of the caravan rode on horses or sat comfortably in carriages. Her hands were bound with a rope, held securely by Rohan, who was riding comfortably on his horse, enforcing the punishment for her reckless actions at the giant Ruin Guard earlier. The harsh desert heat bore down on her, intensifying the exhaustion of the long trek. Despite the sweltering temperature adding to her discomfort, Hatsume accepted her punishment without complaint, fully aware of the seriousness of her mistake. Yet, despite everything, she couldn't help but savor the memory of blasting that hilichurl camp.
In the end, their efforts yielded nothing of value from the giant Ruin Guard. Disappointed but undeterred, the caravan regrouped and began their journey once more, setting their sights on the vast expanse of the Hypostyle Desert.
"Brother... Don't you think you're being too harsh on her?"
Penance asked softly, riding on the back of Tempest's horse. Her gaze shifted toward Hatsume, who was trudging along on foot. Concern flickered in her eyes as she observed the inventor's weary steps and the rope binding her hands.
"Penance, she literally created a crater in the middle of the desert, I wouldn't be surprised if that explosion was heard across the entire nation."
Tempest glanced at his sister, his expression serious, as he reminded her of the magnitude of Hatsume's reckless actions.
"I mean yeah, that was kinda reckless, but look at her, brother. Did you ever stop to think about how she might feel? And honestly, did you spare a thought for those hilichurls?"
Penance conceded, her gaze shifting to Hatsume, who kept her head lowered against the scorching sun.
"And I'm going to be honest with you, that was quite a sight to see!"
Penance said, her tone lightening with a touch of humor. She couldn't help but recall the dramatic spectacle of Hatsume's actions, finding some amusement in the memory.
Tempest sighed deeply before responding, his voice carrying a note of resignation.
"Five more minutes."
"Thanks, brother!"
Penance said with genuine gratitude as she wrapped her arms around him in a warm hug from the back. The unexpected gesture brought a smile to Tempest's face, his stern demeanor softening in response to her affection.
"You can do it, Hatsume!"
Penance shouted with encouragement, her voice carrying a note of cheerfulness. Hatsume looked up, meeting Penance's gaze. A broad smile spread across her face as she responded with a confident thumbs-up. The gesture. combined with her radiant smile.
'Ah, I forgot to mention this, Tempest. The ability you have to control Pyro, it's not quite a Vision, is it? I have observed that your control over the Pyro element seems to surpass that of a typical Vision holder. I sense that something about it is different, perhaps more powerful.'
Nahida's voice resonated in Tempest's mind, her tone thoughtful and inquisitive.
'Mm, you're correct, I bear no Vision, the one hanging in my uniform, is called a Delusion. Honestly, I'm not entirely sure what sets them apart from Visions. A Fatuus gifted it to me, she even tried to persuade me to join their ranks at one point.'
Tempest replied to Nahida.
'Yes, I recall that particular memory of yours. You have a rather negative opinion of the Fatui, perceiving them as people who would betray and abandon others once their usefulness is gone.'
Nahida's response conveyed a clear understanding of Tempest's perspective, reflecting on his distrust of the Fatui.
'It's not merely an opinion, Young Pasha, it's a fact. Once you encounter someone from the Fatui, you can sense their tone, which may sound as sweet as honey, but in reality, it is laced with venom.'
Tempest's reply was firm and resolute, reflecting his deep-seated mistrust of the Fatui.
'I see...'
Nahida replied, her voice trailing off as she fell silent once more.
"We are currently approaching the Sands of Al-Azif. The road will soon lead us to the Passage of Ghouls, and from there, we'll be even closer to the Hypostyle Desert."
Cyrus said, his gaze focused intently on the map spread before him. He was riding alongside Cyno on his sumpter beast.
"Far to the west from here lies the nation of Natlan."
Cyrus remarked, his eyes still on the map as he addressed Tempest.
"Have you ever been to Natlan yourself?"
His question was thoughtful, aimed at gauging Tempest's knowledge of the distant land.
"No, I've never left Fontaine throughout my entire life, until now, that is. However, my Teacher once traveled there and told me that the natives are perpetually engaged in conflict with one another. It seems to be a land where strife is a constant."
Tempest's response conveyed both his lack of personal experience with Natlan and the insights he had gathered from his Teacher's accounts.
"I see."
"Brother! Five minutes have passed!"
Penance called out, her voice carrying a sense of urgency. She glanced at Tempest, reminding him of his earlier promise as she tried to gauge his reaction. Her tone was a blend of impatience and concern, signaling that it was time to reconsider the situation with Hatsume.
"Rohan."
"Got it, Your Grace."
Rohan responded with a nod of understanding. He dismounted from his horse and approached Hatsume, carefully untying the rope that bound her hands. With a look of pity, he handed her a canteen of water, offering a moment of relief from the harsh desert heat.
"Ahh, finally!"
Hatsume said with a rasped voice, her relief palpable. She took a long drink from the canteen, savoring the cool water as it refreshed her parched throat. Removing her hat, she poured the remaining water over her head, letting it cascade down her face and neck, offering some respite from the relentless desert heat.
'Tempest, please keep a watchful eye on her. I know she is one of your valuable inventors, and she is indeed a very bright one. However, with her reckless and explosive tendencies, I fear that she may leave another crater in the desert if left unchecked. Please keep a close eye on her and ensure she does not go overboard.'
Nahida's voice conveyed a sense of urgency and caution, reflecting her concerns about Hatsume's unpredictable nature.
'I promise, Young Pasha.'
Tempest replied with a sense of determination, assuring Nahida that he would keep a close watch on Hatsume.
'Thank you.'
Nahida responded, her tone reflecting her appreciation and relief.
"Hatsume."
"Chief?"
Hatsume turned to face Tempest, her expression attentive as she awaited his instructions.
"One more instance of reckless behavior, and the deal is off. If you attempt something like that again, we'll have no choice but to leave you behind in the desert. Now, return to your Siege Engine and stay out of trouble."
Tempest's words carried a clear warning, emphasizing the seriousness of the consequences if she did not adhere to his instructions.
"Got it, chief!"
Hatsume responded with a sharp salute, her demeanor appearing relatively unfazed by Tempest's stern warning. Despite her nonchalant attitude, she acknowledged his directive and resolved to comply with his instructions.
"Hold on! I'm coming with you."
Penance said, her eyes darting to her brother for permission. Tempest gave a nod of approval, and she smiled in response. Quickly dismounting from the horse, she hurried over to join Hatsume at the Siege Engine, eager to accompany her new friend.
The sun was starting to take its toll, and the already scorching heat was becoming increasingly oppressive. The caravan horses were visibly weary, their signs of fatigue evident as they struggled to maintain their pace under the relentless glare of the desert sun.
"How long have we been traveling?"
Tempest inquired, turning to Falric, who was riding alongside him. His voice carried a note of curiosity as he sought to gauge their progress and the remaining distance they had to cover.
"Five hours, Your Grace. We should give the horses a rest. It might be more practical to resume our journey once night falls."
Falric replied, his tone pragmatic as he assessed the situation.
"You're right, but traveling at night poses its own dangers."
Tempest acknowledged, his gaze sweeping over the harsh desert landscape.
"However, the sun is becoming a significant issue here."
He raised his hand in a clear signal to halt the caravan, and after a brief moment of hesitation, the entire convoy complied, coming to a stop as they prepared to address the situation.
"How about we take a break over there, Your Grace?"
Rohan suggested, pointing to a rock formation in the distance. The cliff cast a generous shadow, offering a potential refuge from the relentless sun. His proposal aimed to provide the caravan with some much-needed respite and relief from the sweltering heat.
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The caravan came to a halt, finding refuge beneath the cliff that offered a welcome cool shadow. Quickly, the caravan members set up tents to provide shelter from the blazing sun. Tempest agreed with Falric's suggestion, deciding that it would be best to resume their journey once the temperature cooled and nightfall descended.
"You know, Cyno here can actually crack a few jokes. Cyno, why don't you share one with us?"
Cyrus said, placing a hand on Cyno's shoulder. Inside the tent, Tempest, his sister, and their captain and commander sat around a table where empty plates of food were scattered, a sign that they had just finished their meal. The mood was light, and everyone turned their attention to Cyno, curious about the humor he might offer.
"Teacher..."
Cyno began, his tone laced with a hint of reluctance.
"Go on, Cyno."
Cyrus urged with a smile, clearly eager for the joke. Cyno sighed in response, shaking his head slightly, before he began to speak.
"Knock, knock."
Cyno began, his tone playful. A brief silence fell over the group as they waited for the punchline. After a moment, Penance broke the stillness with a curious tone.
"Who's there?"
"Tank."
Cyno said, and Penance replied shortly.
"Tank who?"
She asked, leaning in slightly as the rest of the group watched with interest.
"You're welcome."
Cyno replied with a stoic expression, the punchline delivered with a perfectly straight face. The entire group fell into a brief, stunned silence as they processed the joke.
"Mmph."
Tempest couldn't help but smile slightly, bobbing his head in a mix of amusement and acknowledgment. Meanwhile, the rest of the group, though appreciative of Cyno's effort, found the joke rather bland.
'Hehe, that was funny.'
Nahida said through Tempest's mind.
"That was the weirdest joke, I've ever heard..."
Penance leaned closer to Tempest to whisper in his ear.
Suddenly, the entire group inside the tent was startled by the distant shouts of Tempest's forces. The raised voices, filled with urgency and alarm, cut through the ambient sounds of the camp, drawing everyone's attention.
"You two, with me."
Tempest commanded firmly, addressing Rohan and Falric. Their expressions shifted to serious determination as they quickly nodded in acknowledgment.
"Penance, stay with those two."
Tempest instructed his sister, gesturing towards Cyno and Cyrus. His tone was steady and authoritative, ensuring she understood the importance of keeping them safe and secure while he and the others addressed the disturbance. Penance nodded, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and resolve.
Tempest, Rohan, and Falric exited the tent and were immediately taken aback by the chaotic scene unfolding outside. Tempest's men were engaged in a fierce battle, unleashing a barrage of harpoon guns at a massive, green, worm-like creature, a Wenut. The creature writhed and thrashed under the relentless assault.
"Heave!"
Hatsume shouted, her voice ringing with determination as she maneuvered the Siege Engine. With a great burst of power, the machine pulled with all its might, dragging the massive Wenut out of the sands. The ground rumbled and the air crackled with the force of the effort, as the creature's writhing form was slowly brought to the surface.
'I can't watch this...'
Nahida's voice echoed in Tempest's mind, filled with sorrow as she struggled to witness the Wenut's plight. The agony of seeing such a majestic creature being forced from its natural habitat weighed heavily on her.
'Sorry, but it seemed like it attacked us first.'
Tempest responded to Nahida, his gaze fixed on the scene before him. He observed the wreckage of broken Mekas scattered nearby and the immense effort required to extract the Wenut from the sands. Despite the distressing situation, Tempest's forces, aided by Hatsume's machine, managed to subdue the creature with great effort. The colossal Wenut was finally pulled from its sandy refuge.
"That creature kinda looks like a squid, up for some calamari, Your Grace?"
Rohan remarked with a smirk, turning to Tempest.
"No, thank you."
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