The cry of the Black Dessert
Four powers divide the continent.
The North, where warriors carve legends through sheer might.
The East, where assassins move like shadows.
The West, where Aura fuels a thousand machines.
And the South, where tribes of the desert kneel to no king
for they have none to unite them.
Born under the light of twin moons, Someone carries an Aura never seen before
a power whispered only in ancient prophecy.
They who hear it say it devours all that stands between heaven and earth.
While empires wage endless war, He grows within the sands
a child blessed by the moons, and cursed by destiny.
He is no conqueror, not yet.
Only a boy with the mind of a tactician and the will to stand against the tide.
When the time comes, the desert will tremble.
And from its heart, a light will fall.