Daimon was slammed forcefully into the ground. He lifted his head and spat out the hot sand that was suddenly in his mouth. He could barely see anything from the harsh glare of the sun off the endless dunes of sand.
"Where am I?" he croaked, his mouth dry from the sand that was still there. Daimon decided to wait here, seeing as this was the place where Serastor and Veralla would be arriving. So Daimon decided to take off his cloak, seeing as how the thick fabric wasn't particularly comfortable in the heat, and sit on it. It wasn't long before Daimon was beginning to feel the heat.
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