Virtually disheartened and exhausted his destination finally came into view. It's been 2 hours since the guardian set out wandering the vast dunes of the fourth planet in search of this place. His mental stamina had nearly hit its limit navigating this arid desert of unchanging scenery. What stood before him now was a place where nature had become ascendant over once beautiful architecture, concealing the vast mausoleum hidden beneath. “The Buried City” he softly uttered to himself with a smirk. Sand particles pattered against his swaying cloak alongside a subtle breeze, the only faint sounds he heard while reflecting upon his discovery. The Buried City. Housing abundant treasures forfeited by human civilization before the Golden Age and claimed by an unyielding enemy during the Twilight Gap, or so the possibly fabricated rumor goes. This vague description now seemed unfitting for such a captivating sight. Traveling here first brought him much pride, realizing future Guardians would benefit from his perseverance. This did not overshadow the true incentive of this journey however. Beyond doubt an exotic wea... ! His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a deafening bellow. A giant armor clad beast known as a Cabal came lumbering towards him. The Guardian swiftly dodged to the left raising his side arm. In an orange flash the foe burst into yellow particles before slowly fading away. A sight the Guardian never grew tired of. Regaining his bearings he suddenly realized why the Cabal fostered a second name. “Sand Eaters.” Emerging around the station were two, seven, no... a hundred he discerned. An enemy whose true might was wrapped in speculation until this moment. The lone guardian faltered, fighting till his last breath. “Next time.” _________________________________________________________________________________ -Thoroughly enjoyed writing this despite expecting not to win, thanks for hosting a fun contest with a cool idea!