Seventy years ago, in the Mavila Desert.
The setting sun cast its glow over the dim world, as a middle-aged man in tattered plate armor, his face wrapped in a cloth, struggled to lead a tall two-humped camel through the boundless sands. Behind him, a young boy clad in a cloak followed in his footsteps.
As they passed a cluster of dried, thorny bushes, the boy's gaze was caught by a sand lizard hidden within the shrubs. With its eyes closed, the creature appeared to be taking a nap. The boy stopped, hesitated for a few seconds, then walked toward the bush.
He carefully extended his hand, hoping to catch the small sand lizard as it waited for nightfall. Too focused on the creature, the boy failed to notice the pointed spikes that lined the bush.
"Ah!" The boy let out a soft cry. As expected, a spike cut his hand, and a few drops of bright red blood trickled from the wound before being quickly absorbed by the sand beneath him.
