The moon had barely risen over the jagged dunes of the Crimson Expanse, casting clandestine, silvery light across the cracked desert floor. Wind whipped coarse sand through the air, obscuring distant shapes with a grainy haze. Moonlight reflected off the remarkable dune rocks as a silent movement stirred beneath the heavy desert.
Arrayed before it, atop the nearest dune, stood the members of the Eldorin Order. The sand shifted beneath their boots as they descended silently, led by the calm and collected Knight of the Morning Sun, Horus Solaris. Even without a full investigation, Horus could sense the dastardly magic that slept beneath the sands. It was an unrecognisable stench and something that he'd sworn to eliminate.
Six silhouettes stood idly by, waiting for his orders to begin the assault.
And it didn't take long for him to give the signal.
