AZRAEL MOURNSTAR
The sand blows with the help of the wind, but luckily the veil on his face prevent the sand from entering his eyes. He still remembered it vividly.
He was in the front with Elkar leading, while behind him was the Eight Kings. The sky at the time was blue, calm and serene.
Looking to the horizon, as he glances at the back of his armies, reveals a wall of brown air stretching up high.
At that time, he knows this instinctively that is not a smoke. A dust storm.
It was his first time seeing a dust storm.
The Negevian tribe that lives at the desert knows how to hide from this particular natural occurrence but for the Arakathian, it is something new for them.
It is like a four-story building rushing to us.
'RUN!' He yelled as the armies behind him scattered away, the cavalry sprints trampling the infantry running from this storm.