Thread:TEOR-MMMM/@comment-35691777-20190412002803/@comment-36309590-20190417164325

Rimlian raised his hand in front of his face in a futile attempt to try and block out some of the harsh, dry, desert air and sand that blew in his direction at a seemingly constant rate. Looking down at the device on his wrist, Rimlian pressed a button on the screen that brought up a three dimensional holographic display of the surrounding area, along with some other miscellaneous information that wasn't as important.

Judging from the display, it seemed like he was in the southernmost parts of a place called Sanus. Manipulating the display with his free hand, the keyblade master zoomed in on a flashing black dot. One of his power remnants, which about five miles off to his left, deeper in the desert.

Letting out a sigh, Rimlian pulled his hood down over his head, partially concealing his face in shadows, and summoned Flux. Throwing it into the air, he watched as it shifted into it's glider and flew back down to his side. Getting on, he wrapped his gloved hands around the crafts handles and rocketed off towards his goal. He had no desire to walk all that way, especially in these conditions. For even though the sun was currently concealed by clouds, he knew that it was only a matter of time before it revealed its scornful face to this world and blanketed this whole area in a lethal wave of heat.

Leaning forward, the keyblade master willed his craft to go faster, completely unaware of the suspicious eyes watching him from the top of a nearby dune....