In Waraka, Xylon uncovered a truth that echoed through the corridors of his mind, a revelation that left him restless and yearning for the unknown.
The words of the skyers lingered, an unsettling melody that played on the strings of his consciousness.
As his feet carried him across the vast expanse of the Kazarich Desert, an idea took root—an idea that whispered of departure, of venturing into uncharted territories.
The shifting sands beneath his boots mirrored the uncertainty within him.
The secrets of his origin, the connection to a supposed sibling, and the revelation of his potential hybrid nature stirred a tempest in his thoughts.
With every step, the shadows of Waraka diminished, replaced by the expansive canvas of the unknown.
The dunes stretched endlessly, mirroring the vast possibilities that awaited him.