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The ocean was unforgiving at the best of times, smashing against the rock face repeatedly with
waves that were easily over twenty feet high. Silently, a single form clung to the craggy rock, climbing
up the sheer cliff without any visible effort, though the climb was often interrupted by the need to
resecure the grip as the occasional wave reached high enough to soak the form in sheets of foaming
spray.
The form continued to move at a relatively constant speed, pausing only once during its climb
for a few moments. Finally, once it crested the hundred-metre cliff, it paused for a few seconds,
surveying the barren wastes of the Duneman's Island. Briefly, green hair flashed in the sunlight, then
a cloak covered the being as it walked into the desert, heading northeast.
Twenty minutes later, four dunemen accosted the form. The first of the raiders, a shroud-
wrapped man twice as large as the traveller, pulled out a crude handgun and aimed at his target, who,
obligingly, stopped just within shouting distance. "You! Give us all your treasures, or we will kill you
and stake your body out for the worms!"
The traveller didn't even react to the threat, pausing only for a second before continuing towards
the northeast, which would take it right through the group of men. The leader, unnerved by the silence
of the traveller, raised the pistol in his right hand, pulling the trigger as soon as he was lined up on the
traveller's chest. The bullet didn't even slow the traveller down. The crude lead slug hit the traveller just
above the breastbone, but simply bounced off.
The next thing the duneman knew, a pair of limbs shot out from under the cloak, stretching
impossibly long. The arms wrapped around him, then he felt something strange. Looking down, he saw
the arms begin to dissolve, and felt a strange numbness creeping through his chest and arms. The arms
dissolved completely, seeming to shimmer as they looked like they were moving, then reformed on
opposite sides of the duneman's body.
The only thing the big man did was to cough up a massive gout of blood, staining his robes as
he collapsed to his knees, his arms wrapping around his blood-covered midsection. The traveller walked
by him, pausing only long enough to whisper a word to the man. "Divider."
The traveller then shoved the man, hard. He didn't even scream, as his heart and lungs had been
shredded by the almost invisible attack. Collapsing to the ground completely, the dying body convulsed
for a few seconds, then stopped moving with a shuddering gasp. The other three dunemen glanced at
each other, then tried to run. The second one to die had about two seconds to turn, then had his head
crushed by a sudden movement that looked like a fist that whipped outwards in a blur, slammed into
the man's head like a hammer hitting a melon, and returned back to the traveller.
The second duneman, by the time his corpse settled to the ground, no longer had a face, much
less a head. The last two, having managed to take only a few steps, were extremely surprised when they
found themselves stepping into a bright green field of moving spikes. Both men accidentally stomped
some of the spikes, much to their detriment. The spikes, once stepped on, shot through the men's feet
in a series of bloody gouts, then flattened out into spined plates that prevented the men from moving
anywhere.
The traveller did not waste time, or words on the two would-be assailants. Two short, sharp
screams were the only sounds of the men's passing out of the mortal coil, though they had died in the
worst way possible. Once thought a legend, the extra-dimensional Dark Beast had appeared for only a
second, engulfed both men, and proceeded to literally chew up both men until they were completely
unrecognisable as human, much less humanoid. Spitting the corpses out, the multiple mouths of the
amorphous being shimmered out of existence, leaving only the spittle-covered corpses, which slowly
sizzled into a puddle of bloody goo from the acidic spit.
The traveller, seemingly satisfied with the bloody mess that was quickly being absorbed into the
sand, nodded once and walked away, still heading towards the northeast.
The ocean was unforgiving at the best of times, smashing against the rock face repeatedly with
waves that were easily over twenty feet high. Silently, a single form clung to the craggy rock, climbing
up the sheer cliff without any visible effort, though the climb was often interrupted by the need to
resecure the grip as the occasional wave reached high enough to soak the form in sheets of foaming
spray.
The form continued to move at a relatively constant speed, pausing only once during its climb
for a few moments. Finally, once it crested the hundred-metre cliff, it paused for a few seconds,
surveying the barren wastes of the Duneman's Island. Briefly, green hair flashed in the sunlight, then
a cloak covered the being as it walked into the desert, heading northeast.
Twenty minutes later, four dunemen accosted the form. The first of the raiders, a shroud-
wrapped man twice as large as the traveller, pulled out a crude handgun and aimed at his target, who,
obligingly, stopped just within shouting distance. "You! Give us all your treasures, or we will kill you
and stake your body out for the worms!"
The traveller didn't even react to the threat, pausing only for a second before continuing towards
the northeast, which would take it right through the group of men. The leader, unnerved by the silence
of the traveller, raised the pistol in his right hand, pulling the trigger as soon as he was lined up on the
traveller's chest. The bullet didn't even slow the traveller down. The crude lead slug hit the traveller just
above the breastbone, but simply bounced off.
The next thing the duneman knew, a pair of limbs shot out from under the cloak, stretching
impossibly long. The arms wrapped around him, then he felt something strange. Looking down, he saw
the arms begin to dissolve, and felt a strange numbness creeping through his chest and arms. The arms
dissolved completely, seeming to shimmer as they looked like they were moving, then reformed on
opposite sides of the duneman's body.
The only thing the big man did was to cough up a massive gout of blood, staining his robes as
he collapsed to his knees, his arms wrapping around his blood-covered midsection. The traveller walked
by him, pausing only long enough to whisper a word to the man. "Divider."
The traveller then shoved the man, hard. He didn't even scream, as his heart and lungs had been
shredded by the almost invisible attack. Collapsing to the ground completely, the dying body convulsed
for a few seconds, then stopped moving with a shuddering gasp. The other three dunemen glanced at
each other, then tried to run. The second one to die had about two seconds to turn, then had his head
crushed by a sudden movement that looked like a fist that whipped outwards in a blur, slammed into
the man's head like a hammer hitting a melon, and returned back to the traveller.
The second duneman, by the time his corpse settled to the ground, no longer had a face, much
less a head. The last two, having managed to take only a few steps, were extremely surprised when they
found themselves stepping into a bright green field of moving spikes. Both men accidentally stomped
some of the spikes, much to their detriment. The spikes, once stepped on, shot through the men's feet
in a series of bloody gouts, then flattened out into spined plates that prevented the men from moving
anywhere.
The traveller did not waste time, or words on the two would-be assailants. Two short, sharp
screams were the only sounds of the men's passing out of the mortal coil, though they had died in the
worst way possible. Once thought a legend, the extra-dimensional Dark Beast had appeared for only a
second, engulfed both men, and proceeded to literally chew up both men until they were completely
unrecognisable as human, much less humanoid. Spitting the corpses out, the multiple mouths of the
amorphous being shimmered out of existence, leaving only the spittle-covered corpses, which slowly
sizzled into a puddle of bloody goo from the acidic spit.
The traveller, seemingly satisfied with the bloody mess that was quickly being absorbed into the
sand, nodded once and walked away, still heading towards the northeast.