<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">He was ready for her words, but before he was able to get any sort of answer, fate had pulled him away from Azalea and he ended up back at the Crossroads. But instead of it just being a black void with portals to his next destinations, this time it was different. He had appeared upon what looked to be a tent made from tanned hide. Sand crunched underneath his leather shoes, as the magic had found a way to dress him back in his familiar clothing once he had finished being naked at Azalea's Island. Hazeel raised a hand to block the sun out of his eyes as he stared over the horizon completely around him. It was a desert... of some sort. Apart from Sara, he had not seen a single individual either over the horizon or close to him. Thinking that it could be another trap from Azalea, he grabbed Sara and tossed her over his shoulder before he walked through the closed hide doors into the hut itself.<br/><br/>The hut was smaller than he thought. The outside seemed to be made from the tanned hide of an ox or cow, with at least a dozen animals providing their flesh for the outside of the hut. The flesh covered a wooden frame that would have been obviously made by him, if Hazeel had remembered doing any of it. Spears stuck into the sand outside the hut, forming a perimeter around the hut and warning anyone who came close to avoid the hut if they wanted to keep their life. The hut barely looked bigger than Azalea's bedroom, back when Hazeel had used it to fuck her into the opulent rug beneath her. One corner of the hut held a weapon's rack with various swords and spears that Hazeel had grown all too familiar to use. With some of the gems upon the hilts, the weapons seemed more familiar than usual... as if they had been pulled out of his own world and brought into this dream. He decided not to think too much about it, and instead moved over to the bed that took up the main back of the hut. There was barely enough room on the bed for just himself, so Hazeel settled for collapsing on top of the bed with Sara atop him, and he passed out for a good eight hours.<br/><br/>Once he woke up, Hazeel moved to the last thing that he noticed within the hut, four different books that held the different locations that he could visit. Each glowed with magical energy, and Hazeel threw Sara over his shoulder again if she was still sleeping, and grabbed the book labeled "God-Killer Shop". He opened to a random page, and a blinding light illuminated the hut, before a large pop rung his eardrums and he ended up popping directly into the Shop, Sara still on his shoulder or nearby if she managed to awake after his sleep. He looked around, remaining on his guard just in case he was still within Azalea's cruel nightmares. He pointed at the rogue woman facing him. "Who are you?" he asked, steeling his position and resolve.</span>