The huge Ego Orb is less potent than many of the giant dinosaurs of the Lost Underworld. But its foul taste and rocky shell make it a poor meal choice. So they travel around the Lost Underworld with a smug, sickening grin. When one of these colossal spheres does perish, its shell remains - locked eternally in supercilious expression. When Tenda find these bodies they are repurposed into sturdy communal homes. Organs? No... seems the Orb was full of hot air.

Soft envelope of night drapes over the harsh desert. Searing heat becomes the bitter cold. Huddle together, close, teeth chatter over the nocturnal sounds. But this chattering is met with the unnatural chattering of the wind. Looking up, the desert floats in front of you, both lonely and loamy. Who can even guess what this earthen creature desires? Who can even fathom the wishes of a desert? It’s voice is carried on the wind. All creatures in the desert hear it, but interlopers can never relate.