The second Objective of the Sixth Floor also included 'traversing the Shifting Sands'.
Unlike the situation back then, however, an unrelenting sandstorm was raging. Still, it appeared the destination must have been at least somewhat similar, as was indicated by the ascended sign of a flame, flickering faintly to pierce through the darkness.
Following that, the ground proceeded to quake with motion, living up to its name and evoking memories of back then.
Of colossal waves of sand thrashing like tsunamis, washing over the desert as if to wipe the slate clean, caring not for all the countless undead ending up swallowed for the sake of its unquenchable thirst.
Nevertheless, I firmly persevered, marching towards the distant flame one step at a time.
It's not like it was so impossibly hard to withstand the tides, anyway, especially not compared to how crazy it was the last time.
Besides... Things still seemed like they were taking their time to cook.
