Direction

It's a cloud of steam, rising in the distance, as you get closer the scene coalesces. You find a great lake of boiling water. A great pillar of ice rests in its center stretching up into the sky and disappearing into the shadows, billowing steam coils around it like so many snakes. They weave up and down the towering structure before combining in a great cloud where the tower meets the oppressive darkness. The sand is disturbed around this lake, as though by an constant erratic wind. As you near the lake you suddenly find yourself forcefully thrown to your back by some invisible assailant. You stand looking for some sign of who pushed you. Suddenly a blast of sand catches you in the face like a punch knocking you back to the ground. You look up noticing your attacker for the first time. You realize no wind blows around this lake. The shores are populated by hundreds of humanoid figures composed of thousands of floating grains of sand. Now that you know what to look for, you see them slowly circling around you. The one standing above you rears back to strike again, you have only moments to act or you will be hopelessly overwhelmed.