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Louis opened his eyes and looked around, confused. He was lying on his face and
felt blistering heat pouring down on his back. Sand covered certain parts of his body, and
it slightly burned him from how hot it was. He got up from where he was, wincing in pain
a little. He looked in a few directions, realizing that moving his neck felt quite painful at
that moment. Spanning the directions he saw was an endless desert expanse, filled with
golden sand that never seemed to stop glistening in the light of the hot sun over his head.
He felt his armor still covering his body, and the sand had already dissipated in favor of a
gleaming reflective light on the golden metal. Although most of his armor was still there,
Louis didn't feel the wings that had been on him the last time he had been conscious.
All of a sudden, Louis turned around from the noise of metal clattering against
metal rapidly. He saw a group of men running in retreat from something over a hill. The
men wore loose outfits with limited armoring around the arms and legs, but the torsos
were perfectly exposed as they continued running with swords and axes in their hands.
However, as confusing as this fact was, the stranger fact was what was pursuing the
dozen men.
