------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A little ways across the Barren Desert, a Monoblos fed on a bed of cacti. Suddenly, something caught its eye and it looked up. A lone human was running across the sand, wearing some kind of feathered clothing. The dinosaur-like wyvern briefly considered giving chase, but decided against it as he continued off into the distance. Something told him that it would work out. He knew that Relcia would certainly understand. “He’s dead,” Illeera whispered. “Taka’s gone.”