The Mianite Realm 53 Years Earlier… In the Far East, far from any sign of civilization, the sun blazes down on the Desert of the Dead. This is a morbid place. Animal carcasses, and bleached bones lay as far as the eye can see. The reason for so much death is a simple river. It winds through the sand, creating no plants in the wet dirt, no trees lining the bank, despite how old the currents are. This is the Siren's Current, a river that parches all, for those who seek it find nothing but a dried trench, but those who do not soon find themselves within its depths. This river is notorious to the locals, as having the most chaotic pattern of all currents. The flooding cannot be predicted, nor can the drying of it. It is as if the river has a mind of its own. And it is here where we find the most activity, in this bleak, inhospitable place. In the center of this massive expanse of demise itself, spots of green, and dark figures are a striking contrast against it. This is a campsite, for a few dozen intrepid individuals. They are archaeologists, and they are here for the discovery of a lifetime. The tents are pitched, surrounding a massive pit in the sand with a diameter of 360 feet. It resembles a quarry, with scaffolding and other supporting beams holding up sandstone and other materials threatening to cave in this expansive area. The desert held back by wood and stone, thanks to the innovation of man. At the bottom of the pit, it sharply ends in an black floor. It has no imperfections, completely covering whatever may be behind on the other side. Various individuals line the pit, issuing orders to others, hauling out sandstone and rock uncover more, building more support beams and scaffolding.