The group of three had crossed the border from the leafy green area into the sand.

They each had large hoods with capes that wrapped around their whole body despite the fact that they were in the hot desert.

In the triangle formation they walked in, one man stood afront of the pack.

The long cape that he wore shadowed over him, doing nearly nothing to block his body from the heat.

He trembled when he finally saw the village entrance.

Trying his best to hide his excitement, he enters... this was the moment where he would make his mark.

The moment the trio enter the village, two of them jump out of the way and into the crowd.

"Damn it!" The last one, the leader, now left behind crumbled to floor clutching his chest.

He starts coughing, blood, it hurts but he's felt worse.

"No, no..." His vision goes dark and he tries walking into an alleyway if anything but passes out near the entrance.