Crimson Fields

Despicable.

It was the only word that came into Sōsaku's mind as he stared down on the endless sands of. It's vastness held no bounds, it's creatures held no structure, it's existence held no moral. It was completely void of harmony or order. He loved it. But this wasn't the time to stand around and enjoy the view, he had work to do. Sōsaku had received word one of the dreadful Jūsanseiza leaders would be dwelling around these parts.

Loosening his rip on the reishi beneath his feet, Sōsaku let himself float to ground-level. There would be no need for visionary confirmation of any being he came across, his sensor skills were more than enough to determine what poor wretch would dare to obstruct his path. Tranquilly placing his steps in the mellow sand, a single black butterfly joined Sōsaku on his shoulder. Sōsaku caressed it once, smiling while he did it. This would become a very interesting afternoon.