It was an ordinary day on a completely rocky planet, almost devoid of water or forests. The entire landscape was covered in massive mountains, and an intense bronze glow could be seen in every direction.
That day, a flying ship appeared in the sky and slowly descended. Before it even reached the ground, an army of golems had already surrounded it from all sides. The golems wore tense and worried expressions, as if they knew what was coming.
When the ship stopped, a rounded figure stepped out slowly, carrying a little girl on his shoulder. He exuded an aura of calm and mystery, while the girl's gaze was as sharp as a blade.
