The sandstorm's aftermath left Golden Blade City in chaos. Guards posted at every corner struggled to maintain order as citizens stumbled through the streets, their faces haunted by encounters with the dead. Some clutched their returned loved ones close, while others recoiled from familiar faces that shouldn't exist.
"My husband has returned, I know it's him." A merchant woman held tight to a confused-looking man. "When the sand formed him, I embraced him instead of fighting. He stayed flesh and blood when the storm passed."
Not everyone shared her joy. A group of guards escorted several unwanted revenants toward the palace - former rivals who had returned seeking vengeance, criminals whose victims wanted them gone, and confused souls who simply refused to leave.
"Kill it again!" A shopkeeper pointed at his father's form. "That thing isn't him. My real father would never threaten his own grandchildren."
