Today had truly been a mixed day, he had found things he had thought long lost, but he still had a long journey ahead of him if he wanted to return to his original status. Lacking his weapon, millenium eye and a various assortment of other goods, he was a shadow of his former self, especially having lost not just the galaxy dragon slayer, even the frost dragon slayer, but apparently the very ability to use magic in the first place. Only through the use of items, did he find any pull from his vast magical pool. It was like he could feel it, but it reversed to bend to his will. Something he had only experienced when he sporadically lost his magic, however this time felt more permanent, more long lasting. Spying the countless dunes for any signs of his equipment with his single eye, Kon crouched down as he spotted what looked like raiders bashing each-other with weapons, in the distance appearing like specks to the normal human eye.