As the chariot pulled up to the grand entrance of the Desert King's Palace, the gates swung open with an ominous creak, revealing an opulent hall bathed in the soft glow of torchlight. The team stepped out, the sand sticking to their boots as they approached the throne room. The grandeur of the palace was a stark contrast to the harsh desert outside, a testament to the power of the man who ruled within.
The desert king, Fayir, emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming like polished gems in the flickering light. His skin was a deep tan, a testament to his lifelong exposure to the relentless sun, and his muscular frame spoke of a lifetime spent in battle. His robes, made of the finest desert silk, whispered as he moved, the intricate embroidery of sand motifs glittering as if woven from the very essence of the desert itself.
"Lier," he boomed, his voice echoing through the vast hall. "It has been too long since you graced us with your presence."
The fallen god stepped forward, his form unfurling from the shadows. "Indeed, Fayir," he said, a hint of respect in his voice. "But as you can see, I've brought company."
King Fayir's gaze swept over the trio, his eyes lingering on the Red Cliff in the third person's hand. "Ah, your sword is truly impressive," he muttered, his voice a low rumble. "I can feel it as hot as the desert sun, as sharp as a scorpion's sting"
The first personality of Revy Gray stepped forward, his shy nature giving way to a sense of awe. "Your Highness," he stuttered, "it's an honor to meet you."
King Fayir's gaze was piercing, as if he could see through the layers of their souls. "Lier speaks highly of you," he said, his voice a desert storm. "I hope you are worthy of the trust he has placed in you."
The team exchanged glances, their hearts pounding with the implications of what was to come. The second person spoke, his voice as soft as a snake's whisper. "We are honored, Your Majesty," he said, bowing slightly. "But I don't trust anyone, let's say it's a win-win situation, I want to know what I want to know and I need answers."
King Fayir's laughter was like the roar of the desert itself, a deep sound that seemed to echo off the walls of his palace. "Ah, Lier," he said, turning to grin at the fallen god, "you always had a talent for finding the most… interesting companions." He pointed to his monolithic throne of polished sandstone that seemed to absorb the light. "Come, sit down. Let's talk about treasures, wars and gods."