"You make a habit of disturbing eternal slumbers?"
-maridofthelamp
“Hey, if others can’t handle me at my noisiest, then they don’t deserve me at all.”
The wish's magic ran its course, the manned robot flailing and scooping the sands like a sandstorm unto itself. Despite dizzying speed, Ihsan's enchantment preserved the frame, bolts and all. Within a half hour, the pair found themselves surrounded by a desert caldera, revealing a sunken stone structure. Amid the half-buried entrance, fallen statues and obelisks littered the main path, and, amid the weathered art, a sunny metal, gleaming even while inert, poked up from the sand.
"Well well well, it would seem—" Ihsan glanced back to Rumble still running around in the enchanted mech. "Oh, right."
The marid snapped his finger, dispelling the effect and returning normal control to the yordle.
















