The Last Supper

The caravan came to a skidding halt just before the stone path came to an end.

The final rays of sunlight were just beginning to dip below the dunes, which Alexei knew meant the sand wyrms would be stirring soon.

He couldn't help but grin at the insanity of it all.

It wasn't like he was having a good time or anything like that. Not with Demon Lords resurrecting themselves from the dead and betrayals stabbing him in the back.

But their plan to get back to the village? Or rather, his plan to get back to the village.

If he didn't laugh about it Alexei thought that he just might scream.

"If you can propel this blasted caravan like that with your power divine then why the hell do we need a wyrm!" Risa said, which was followed up by a swift punch to his shoulder.

"Ow! Uncalled for!" Alexei retorted, "and besides, the only reason I could use my empowered air like that down there was due to the sheer concentration of manacules the tomb is putting out, back up here it's as desert like as
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