Eru’Khaz stepped lithely over the sand dune, his shield clattering as he slid down the other side. There were no other gogs here, he had sent them all home separately, as he liked to meander as he went, checking up on various things. He had seen something strange while traveling however, and wanted to get a closer look. He had been experimenting with riding on a Balgog, the only one that he had kept with him, and it had allowed him to see a great distance. Apart from mild discomfort at the heat, he had put a comfortable aura on himself to deal with the fire, as well as the fact that the Balgog dimmed it’s inner flame so as not to incinerate Eru’Khaz.
Reaching the oddity, he found a strange sight. A horse was nuzzling what appeared to be the deceased body of an olgog. The olgog lay face down in the sand, a large bloody hole in his chest. Stepping forward, he moved the horse away, who appeared reluctant to leave the olgog. He placed his boot on the olgog’s shoulder and flipped him over. A slight gasp of surprise came from him as he saw the identity of the corpse. It was Kharos, his sister’s son, his nephew. He was very obviously dead, the strange armor on him seeming to have done nothing to stop the bullet that ended his life. A shadow covered the body as the Balgog stepped over the dune, obscuring the sun. It stared impassively down at the body, seeing nothing of importance.
Eru’Khaz sighed deeply, unsure of what to do. Kolgol had instituted a strict policy of no resurrection for whatever reason, he believed in strange things or something. Eru’Khaz furrowed his brow, having reached a conclusion. He reached out with his mind, summoning the leyas that would restore Kharos to life…