Sett's boots hit the shifting sands with a muted thud, the grains exploding outward in chaotic bursts as the storm's winds clawed at his body.
The desert beyond Kemet's great wall was a living beast—its breath a howling gale, its skin a churning sea of dunes that rose and fell.
Shining Gold fell beside him.
"Ah, the storms are scary," Gold said with a sniff. "But as long as I don't meet that Anaconda, it's okay, I guess."
Sett stretched, removing the burdensome ancient clothes to reveal his naked body with only an underwear to hide him. He hid his Heart Zone using something he had prepared while still inside the city—fake skin and flesh.
It was rather easy to create if you knew how to.
Sett had made a bunch of it and stored it inside his Tomb Heart.
Gold followed his suit, removing his own clothing. But unlike Sett, he just stripped and a new set of clothes began to grow all over his body. It was not simple clothing, either, Sett realized, but a proper set of armor.
