Rakash
Ryu and the others were transported inside a large hall with stone columns supporting the dome ceiling. Sands were piling at the corner with no sight of an exit.
The only thing present was an old man who was sitting on a chest. His sagging burnt skin was hugging his bones, and his large ears were hanging on the side of his head. His staff on his hand, he sat on a large chest with a leg over the other.
Ryu and the others looked at each other before Marcus broke the silence.
"H-hello?"
The old man didn't open his eyes, but he did move his head over to them a little.
"A long time . . . ," the old man said, voice crackling and grating, "since I have a visitor . . ."
Abby hid behind Halfjack and clutched his clothes.
"Who are you?" Seraphina asked.
"Hmm . . ." the old man barely moved, and every little movement he took, his limbs shook like he would fall apart.