Once the sun and moon retreat into darkness,
A grand twilight descends on the wedge-binding City of The Sun.
A deep shadow is then born in its wake.
The beginning of the end.
-Zazie
A young boy with pale hair trudged up the path. It was strange to see one so young to be armed, but in those times, to be unarmed was madness.
Django squinted to the north; San Miguel's clock tower was just visible over the plateaus. He continued dragging his sore legs over the scorching sand and once again became aware of Otenko's chatter, "if I am not wrong, San Miguel is now truly the City of Death." Django muttered, "Great, more trouble" he was sunburnt, tired and sand kept getting into his eyes.
A sudden rapid clicking roused him from his reverie. Drawing GunDelSol, he leaned on a wall. After several close shaves, Django learned that wheezing, clicking, squawking usually meant trouble. The clicking came closer. Django spun around, facing his adversary. A black spider, engorged to the size of his torso, due to the Undeadening, stared up, all eight eyes fixed insolently on the solar gun. Django took aim and squeezed the trigger, frying the abomination instantly. More clicking to the right. Django spun around spotting another spider scuttling off around the corner.
Spinning down the corner, Django saw that it had trapped itself at a dead end. Stalking forwards for a better aim, Django was tripped by a thin thread. Toppling over, he realized that it was a gigantic web. The spider turned and advanced clicking its mandibles furiously. Django struggled against the web, but to no avail. As soon as it came just within a meter, it lunged forward, mandibles burying themselves in Django's calf. Django yelled in pain and anger, lashing out with his bitten leg, flinging the spider away from him. Blood began to ooze from the wound when the web gave way with a twang. The spider realizing all was lost as its prey was free of the web, charged forward with surprising speed towards Django, knocking him to the ground again. Scrambling to his feet, Django spun around wildly in search for the creature that hit him, but it as nowhere to be seen.
Running down a steep slope, Django slid down firing orbs of light at the spiders below. At the base of the slope Django became aware of a significant decrease in his energy. Turning to the sun, Django raised his palm and performed a solar charge. Satisfied with the amount of energy that he took in, Django continued down the path with alacrity. Arriving at a ruined house, it seemed that the only way forward was to cross a narrow ledge. He would fall a good two meters if he failed and had to try again. As he prepared to cross, "keep as much of your body touching the wall and don't look down." Said Otenko, rising from a sign. "Yeah, thanks for the advice." Replied Django as he allowed Otenko to float over to the opposite platform.
Upon reaching the opposite platform Django relaxed and slipped on lose grains of sand. For a few terrifying seconds, Django teetered on the edge before falling to his knees on the platform. Lucky Otenko didn't see that, thought Django. Otenko was to busy looking at footprints on the sand, "someone was here, the prints are fresh.." examined master Otenko.
"hmmphf?" grunted Django, rubbing sand from his eyes for the sixth time. Turning the corner they saw a tall figure standing, back facing them, on the dusty path.