Just as it seemed Urora might be overcome by her attackers, a familiar figure emerged from the desert landscape. Phenyo had been drawn to the commotion. Shock and bewilderment ran through him as he saw Urora locked in a desperate struggle.

As if possessed, he jumped into the chaos. He raised his staff, an embodiment of the power of nature and tradition, and summoned forces beyond the comprehension of the scavengers. A gust of wind swirled around him, dust and debris rising into the air. His voice carried an incantation summoning the elements of nature.

Phenyo's staff became a conduit of power as bolts of energy, harnessed from the air and earth, crackled through it. With a powerful sweep, he sent a shockwave of force that knocked the scavengers off their feet. The ground trembled beneath him as the desert sand rose in a swirling vortex, obscuring the battlefield. Lightning flashed, and thunder echoed, filling the canyon with the fury of a natural tempest.