Of all the places for his travels to take him why did Zenith Meria, the Archangel of Life, have to end up in the Anfauglir Desert it was to warm, and all he could see for miles and miles was sand. On top of that the young angel was not able to fly due to the intense heat that covered his entire body more and more with every step that he took. It was a good thing the angel did not have his armour upon his body on that day as he would have been cooked alive even quicker than normal. Raising his hand up towards his forehead Zenith brushed away the beads of sweat that was falling down from brow. Each step that he took drained more energy out of the archangel, he needed something to make this journey easier but there was very little chance of that happening now in such a place. Gritting his teeth together Zenith thought to himself, “Come on there has to be some kind of end to this place… or at least somewhere for me to rest, I don’t want to die out here I have to much still to do!” His hair was slightly sticking to his face due to the heat and Zenith was now finding it hard to maintain his footing in the soft sand.

Another twenty minutes must have passed by before the young angel seen something before him that he hoped to Lothlómendil was not fake! He could see an oasis before him, a glorious oasis with a sparkling pool of water. Curling his lips into a slight smile Zenith began to run towards said pool of water as fast as he could manage in his current state. Drawing closer towards the pool of water Zenith jumped into the air as if he was going to jump into its depths, however instead the oasis vanished from sight and the angel landed harshly against the sand once more. It had been nothing more than a mirage! It looked like Zenith was not going to get out of this desert so easy, but he would have to try and also hold hope that he would come across others as well.