Diabolist Ifran of the Desert

"The desert? Yes, I know the South Desert. Barren, arid lands, vast & endless. Hostile to life. Woe are the travellers foolish enough to venture there unprepared, for it might be their last adventure. Yet there is beauty in the desert too. Wavy dunes, the wind gently blowing sand into your face, rejuvinating oasis, night skies so profound you could almost touch the stars..."

Ifran paused, looked into the man's eyes & continued:

"I also know of a far more ghastly place, with no sun, nor sky, no colors nor sounds. A place that swallows life & turns it into darkness. And today, it has come for you".

The man's eyes shrank as he drew his sword. Ifran danced between the flurries, unscathed, rearched out his hand & muttered a few words. The man's blade dropped on the ground, his face gradually turning grey. He wanted to weep, opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"Welcome to the desert of the soul", said Ifran, his Phosphorous Spear glimmering bleakly.

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