The Last White Mage
Sharp rays of light scattered across the billowing white clouds in the afternoon sky. The stark contrast between the horizon and sky would almost suggest two different realities coexisting simultaneously. Whirls of sand skittered and danced across the barren red, rocky landscape only to be interrupted from their graceful flow by random shards of metal and debris piercing out of the ground as if angrily scratching at the heavens.
